It's like a traffic jam when you're already late
it's falling in love with your very best mate...

I could've seen you get born
count your fingers one by one...

This would be my last goodbye
It was not hard to believe...

I can't believe i trusted you
how stupid can one be...

I remember i said you didn't hurt my feelings
i remember i said you didn't break my heart...

I can see the pictures clearly,
the written letters...

Take away
this heartache...

I don't want to love you
i try not to care...

I still pretend I'm over him when I'm not
I still wish he'll get ugly because he's too hot...

You can't keep me here with you
And I wonder why you pretend to care...

I'm sorry for my heart
That keeps coming back to you...

You might think my poems are mealy,
or just too pathetic to be read...