How come I keep writing these poems about you?
Why do I still feel the need to be around you?
And I give up a lot things that I don't have too.
But still I always believe things I know that aren't true.
And why do I still hear your voice inside my head.
I wanna let them go, but I keep them all instead.
I cant get ride of you, I am just to weak.
I am still hiding when its my turn to seek.
But I don't still love you, not anymore.
On and off again, I'm beginning to lose score.
Because you hurt me way to bad, I know this is the end.
I'm sorry but these feelings are gone, I cant just pretend. -
