I could try to go back,
but I don't wanna go there again.
I like to forget how to cry,
and what it's like to internally die.
I listen to this song play,
over and over again in my head.
It's singing for that one day,
when every thing's gonna be good.
Why do I insist,
insist on living like this?
Why does the pain feel good,
good enough to write a whole book.
You don't have to tell me sorry,
I've already moved on and
I know it would all be one big lie
and I don't want to feel sad.
Only occasionally the crazy leaks out,
When I pout now, it's the new cute.
Why go back, why remember it all,
you don't deserve my phone call.
I don't let anybody know how I can feel.
I don't show anyone how I learned to deal.
When I start missing you I don't tell
and have a tendency to yell.
I can't say I'll never make that mistake again.
But next time around I might just win.
I won't let you ever get the best of me
through me I can't let you see.
Yes, I can be difficult and hard to understand,
and sometimes make you feel less like a man,
but if you can't handle the worst of me,
you sure as hell don't deserve the best of me.
