Post by Portal on May 3, 2014 4:06:55 GMT
Everyday now, everyday I'm reminded of these things. These things that you call common sense, yet why are you yelling when it's ten at night? I haven't done this... haven't done that... But why do you constantly remind of things that I never would imagine myself doing? Is it because of me... Am I not enough? Am I not there, the way you wanted, the perfect person. Oh what I would do to be that person again.
Yet you call me an instigator, you would say I need attention because I put on make up to ironically look good for you. You like to tell me how you hate all the ways I'm not enough for you. Calling me unstable you're the reason why I easily cry, just because you were in the mood too.
Sometimes, I wonder why we even argue anymore. Do you even know what they were about? It doesn't matter now. It's no longer relevant. None of it is, no matter what I do I feel like nothing changes. Nothing changes with you, you say you're crazy, but are you really crazy? Crazy in love, or crazy in a way that we're no longer in love?
Remember that one morning where we thought everything was perfect. Oh how your arms wrapped around my waist, how close you were to me. I could even feel your breath on my neck, your body pushing against mine. I remember that morning.
Why, why do you keep doing this? All this hatred, all this negativity, even when I try to leave you, you pull me back. Pull me back in with my single wish that I have asked to come true all these years. Telling me the words that I wanted to hear; “Baby don't go, I'll change I swear.” But we all know what happens... It's funny now, because I'm still that same person. That person you called perfect on that morning. Yet how am I different? How have I changed? Or am I the one that had really changed?
Yet you call me an instigator, you would say I need attention because I put on make up to ironically look good for you. You like to tell me how you hate all the ways I'm not enough for you. Calling me unstable you're the reason why I easily cry, just because you were in the mood too.
Sometimes, I wonder why we even argue anymore. Do you even know what they were about? It doesn't matter now. It's no longer relevant. None of it is, no matter what I do I feel like nothing changes. Nothing changes with you, you say you're crazy, but are you really crazy? Crazy in love, or crazy in a way that we're no longer in love?
Remember that one morning where we thought everything was perfect. Oh how your arms wrapped around my waist, how close you were to me. I could even feel your breath on my neck, your body pushing against mine. I remember that morning.
Why, why do you keep doing this? All this hatred, all this negativity, even when I try to leave you, you pull me back. Pull me back in with my single wish that I have asked to come true all these years. Telling me the words that I wanted to hear; “Baby don't go, I'll change I swear.” But we all know what happens... It's funny now, because I'm still that same person. That person you called perfect on that morning. Yet how am I different? How have I changed? Or am I the one that had really changed?