Back when I felt alive,
I fell in love with you fast.
And now that it's all over
its hard to believe that all those feelings passed.
Just a bundle of broken words,
I sit here on the floor.
I wonder why I didnt make you happy....
It seemed one of us always wanted more.
I miss you so much sometimes
that it makes me scream.
I feel I am nothing but second- hand news,
as collected as I may seem.
Just a pile of half-sane thoughts,
I find a gun,
and wonder what you would think
if I actually shot.
I don't think you will ever love me again,
or save me from my dreams.
You say we'll always be friends...
but thats a promise that you can't keep.
No matter how wonderful it seems.
