You only do this for you.
Not thinking about me.
Only about the girl you love,
Who played you, just the endless cycle, jumpstarting my heart, like an old car, cleaning it, renewing it, bringing it back to life, only to let it rot once more, in the cold and dark.
How do I compete for you?
A boy with so many regrets, and many more problems to follow.
Against a beautiful, young woman.
You speak of her everyday.
I hold tounge, wanting to lash out, to run and cry.
But I don't, I stay, waiting for the day you pick me, the day that won't happen.
You stare, intently into my eyes, belief... in your own lie.
