I know what they all think of me
I know what they all see when they look at me now,
I know why they all think I do it
and most of all I know that they're all wrong about
me
They don't see the same girl they knew before,
but I can't really blame them for that,
because I'm not, I'm not her anymore
They look down on me now,
like I'm less then them.
They think I do it to be cool,
to fit in, or have fun, or even for attention,
but thats not it at all...
It numbs the pain.
When I'm high I can forget the thoughts that haunt me
everyday
For a little while, all the bad goes away
and I'm happy.
So while you're all feeling high and mighty
Looking down on me,
Know that you are only seeing the misunderstood cover
of the book of a broken girl.
You can't talk to me everyday
and let us become so close,
then all of a sudden change everything
and expect me to be fine with it.
You cant expect me to be fine
with talking to you once a week
and occasionally you'll call me,
as opposed to us talking
all day every day
You can't expect me to be fine
with the fact I'm loosing my best friend.
And no matter who you try to replace him
with,
it doesn't work
No matter how many other
people you meet
No matter how many times you try to
convince yourself your over him
you just
aren't
It always come back to
him
Just when you think
those feelings are gone
they all come rushing back out of
no where
and no matter what you do
it always comes back to
him.