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This is the worst.
Dieing inside.
Being pulled
limb from limb,
being forced
to choose a side.
This isn’t what I planned.
To have these thoughts.
To be half of who I am
when your gone.
But since you are
I’m having a little bit of trouble
remembering what life was like
without you.
And you don’t understand
maybe even a little bit frightened.
That I think of you much more then a friend.
Chorus.
I’m sorry for that
it wasn’t my intention I swear.
That I got this caught up in the idea of you and I.
That I’m complicated and confusing;
not like other girls
and all of this probably scares you to death.
I guess I could understand
And I’m sorry for everything left unsaid.
Vimal said,
November 10, 2008 at 5:27 am
nice