I'll never forget all the times we had,
Holding hands on the bus- to comforting me when i'm sad.
I have't felt this way in so very long, but for some reason i can't help but feeling, this is wrong.
Although you say you love me, thats not the way it seems.
Your silent goodbyes and hurtful words have shattered all my dreams.
How is it the one thats supposed to make you feel loved, is the one thats making you cry?
How is it that the one you're living your life for is suddenly making you want to die?
How is it that the one that is supposed to make you feel beautiful, is making you feel as worthless as dirt? the one thats supposed to make you happy, is overwhelming you with hurt?
I'm done with waiting for you to grow up and be a man, I'm done with being pulled away from when i reach for your hand.
I'm done with waiting for your phone calls, that will never come.
I'm sorry it has to be this way, but it's over, I'm done.
