You miss alot of things in life,
the ones you loose...

I shouldnt be thinking of you and her,
i shouldnt be thinking you didnt want me...

Just as i forget,
I remember his face all over again...

Dont be scared,
take a deep breath...

I write and write,
Like my own little privite diary...

People think i write about you,
wishing it would change...

I wish sometimes things were different,
That getting hurt wasnt all that happened...

I feel like im on the outside,
Looking in on wat should of been...

Im ready to leave,
back my stuff...

One guy,
Two girls...

Theres always so much going on in my head. its...
and around in my head. i guess thats why most of...

It feels as though you were never here.
Like its all in my head...