Its so hard...
when all you want is that .one.special.something.
and it all turns to crumble .right.before.your.eyes.

I'm tired of reaching out
for something, someone
who was never really there.

And i still dont know if each cut across my skin
is one less tear i cried over you
or one more

So many things in this world to be addicted to
and through all those choices,
i choose my addiction as you

He'll come back when he wants to get his d ! c k wet... and by then the only advice i'll have for him is to stick it in the toilet. =]

And how am i supposed to forget you
when i hold you so dear to my heart
and each scar across my skin
holds a memory of you and i

You told me you loved me and that you would never cheat on me
and i believed you
because i didn't know you were telling her the same thing...

And am i sane in not trusting you.
or is my inability to trust you driving me mad?