what hurts? is
that i used to be the one. the one you talked
to last
before you went to bed. the one that you talked to
everyday
before school. the one who you'd go out of your
way to see.
the one you'd unconditionally be with & who you
werent too busy
to talk to. no matter what. but now? you never
seem to have a second
for me, even to talk. you only see me when it's totally
necessary for you. y o u r f r e e t i m
e i s n ' t f r e
e e n o u g h t o b
e w i t h m e
you don't talk to me in the mornings. & you rarely
talk to me each night
before bed. i guess i've just got to start to accept that i
am not the one; she is.
you're gonna be in
the emergency room; let me see you try to live
without me low where's your heartbeat
flat line on the EKG _____________________________________
i
never would have known that i'd be
dreaming so much better without you in my
head
standing in front of the mirror, my clothes never fit
better my
laughs never been louder
you're talking to her, you're
messing with me it's finally clear you're
blurring the
lines are you disturbed? oh, now you
care? why do you race through my red lights?