So im sitting here feeling lost and empty
yearning for at least one look from you.
One glance...one word... one anything...
sitting here feeling sad and down
thinking about what your doing
thinking about how you been
thinking about who your thinking about
sitting here loving and hating you
loving you and our memories
hating the words coming out your mouth
loving you but letting go
hating having to let go but putting
the effort to make it happen
u said my love wasnt tru but if you
really loved me u would have never said
"screw her"
