November 9, 2008 at 2:01 am (Uncategorized)

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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.

1 Comment

  1. Vimal said,

    nice :-)

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