I try my hardest not to cry,
because that means I'm weak and gave up,
so instead when I think about you
and how you're not mine,
I let my heart tear a little more.
AndItAlmostsScaresMe
How when we pass in the hall
you can't even look in my eyes
to even recongnize that we actually had some pretty fun times
well i guess it's come down to it::
we were never real friends...because real friends don't just stop
being friends for no reason