The memories-part 3*~*

by ~*so*over*him*~   Apr 7, 2006


After you found out how much you hurt me, you apologized
and of course i believed you,
because i always fell for your lies

after that things were better for a while, until the night of the game
one of the new girls was all over you, and my heart was in so much pain

i tried to keep my emotions controlled, i tried to keep them inside
but when i saw one of my friends standing there
i just ran up to her and cried

i cried in front of everyone
pretty much the whole town
and it was all because you
couldn\'t keep your flirting level down

you apologized again
and things got a little better
and things always seemed great
when we were alone, when we weren\'t by her

at games we sat together
and you always held my hand
and after one of the games
you kissed me in the stands

things seemed to be going great
we were finally getting along
but whenever things seem too perfect, something has to go wrong

you started to get mad at me,
loose your temper about so much stuff
and instead of talking to me to make you feel better, you went to your \'friends\' house

this and many other things you did
always made me cry
and then the worst thing imaginable happened; you accused me of liking another guy

i told you it was not true,
there was no possible way
but you obviously didn\'t believe me
because we were over the next day

i kind of thought it was coming
it wasn\'t a big surprise
but it was so hard to register
and i couldn\'t keep dry eyes

i cried because you were my everything, and i actually trusted you
but after a few days i meant nothing, and you were on to someone new

and now looking back on all these memories, there\'s still one thing that makes me cry
i fell for you in every way,
i even fell for your lies

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  • 18 years ago

    by Milton

    I loved it. I know how it feels to be forgotten. After believing in everything, and then one day to become forgottten history, I know how bad it is. =/ But I loved this peice, good stuff.