At first you feel like crying
And beg god to dry your eyes,
You sit and remember of all the good times.
You stare at him across the room
And he ignores that you still care,
But your still in love with the way
He runs his fingers through your hair.
When your sick of crying
But know you still feel the same,
You might stop feeling miserabel
Instead hand him the blame.
He'll ask stupid questions
And you'll turn and walk away,
You'll tell him that you hate him
And he'll have nothing else to say.
You force yourself to realize
That in time you'll be okay,
And that feeling you felt at first
Will slowly fade away.
