Staring out the window,
All I can do is watch the rain.
Music playing
In the distance. But I don't care
About that.
All I want to do is forget about you,
And the things we did.
You're sticking in my mind
Like some gross thing hiding in my room.
I want to get you out,
But you just don't want to leave. It makes
Me wonder if you're
Meant to be hiding in there. . .
But why would God do that to me?
Why would he make me go through all this torture?
I see you with other girls, and
Sometimes I feel indifferent. But sometimes, just some
Times, I want to punch their
Faces in. Why? Why?
Why indeed. Why.
