You.

You're frustrated and lonely.
You miss what you can't have.
You wanna talk to whom won't listen.
You don't want to think because it makes you weak.
You don't want to long because it's forbidden.
You don't want to feel because those feelings betray you every time and hurt you just as consistantly.
You hear it's call.
You see it coming.
You feel it's presence.
And all you really ever wanted was for it all to go back when you were happy for that brief moment in time when...
You thought everything was right.

-S

So I Was Thinkin'

It'll never be apparent to a parent of this mess
You and I are the proud procreators of all that lovely stress.

You were never bound by laws to which I submit.
I gave in and you pushed aside rather than commit.

The struggle ended with your blaming all of YOU on ME.
I stopped worrying and let go because you weren't my property.

The wonder and the doubt are still easily provoked...
But an unkind text or message make them easily revoked.

My friends they say you're crazy and really freakin' rude.
They tell me to ... Fuck it! Nevermind I'm just not in the mood.

Too much time and effort were wasted on your shit.
I told you we shouldn't talk, so fuck off a little bit.

I need to think and work on, whats fucked up in my head
So that I don't feel so bad when you say what you said.

I still care a lot for you, but on that you shouldn't dwell,
Cuz if you keep this up, then you can go to hell.

-S