Mistakes.
they are meant to be made...

I miss you,
I eat to take the pain away...

She has become happy,
not letting the loss get to her...

No matter how mad at him i get,
No matter how much i dont see him...

I worry to much,
I care to much...

I skate around in circles,
Watching the couples skate together...

I wish i could have him,
I wish he was mine...

I Loved You,
You Felt The Same Way...

The wood in her hand, and the notes in her head...

Crying isn't enough,
talking does nothing...

You see the world in disgust,
Yet you only talk...

Sick of the pain,
sick of the words...