A slam of the door,
A break in my heart...

Here I am writting again,
Eyes burning and head throbbing...

It's been over a week,
So please don't critique...

Your smiling and speaking softly,
Part of me wishes your hands were off me...

I'm feeling really bad,
Starting to get mad...

It's been almost a year,
That you and I have been apart...

Sitting here,
Just thinking...

What does it mean to be alone?
How does it feel...

Someone asked me a question the other day,
Why do you love him so...

What were you thinking when I said no?
How did it feel to know I had to go...

I sit here in a daze,
My love turning into a joyous craze...

If I liked one of your friends,
And you and I had come to an end...