Why.

Why do I still care?
Why do I always look for the stare?

Why does it still hurt?
Like I've been pushed down in the dirt.

What did I do to you,
To end up like this?
But for all I know,
You were probably only in it for the kiss.

I've been through it before,
But yet I still can't get over you.
Sometimes I just wish,
You would say that too.

For once speak through your heart,
And stop listening to you friends.
Once in a while you have to take a chance,
Even if you have to bend.

When will this stop,
The games & the stares.
And the hardest part is,
I�m always going to be there.