i used to write those aspiring dreams
about you upon these very papers
now, the only slightest memories
are used to warm my soul
by placing my thoughts
in the fireplace
these days i spend in regret
forget you; the one who uses me
i want that one guy who
truly loved me for 8 hours
i just want him to have that
same ambition that i have
heh. i blush.
8 hours eh? only truly
ironic how two people--
one says it within hours
and the other, takes a month
yet, my hourly man
knows me so much better
and deeper than you ever will
all you have ever known
is exactly what embarrasses me
he, on the other hand,
could never blackmail me
because he understands and listens
oh you only hear and
pretend that you care or
even comprehend at times
are you that oblivious?
i hate you. seriously...
it took 2 months
to realize i never even knew you
and i sat there, every night,
telling myself i loved you
boy, denial sure had me by
the throat-- you had my throat
i let you into my phobias
and then you come back to
laugh at me in my face
and i wonder why im
not pissed at you
and how could you be so blind
when you once said you knew
me so well and better than
them?
you make me feel like that
stereotypical female
do you have any clue how
much that freaking hurts?
jesus, i must tell you all
so you cant hurt me anymore
meh, you will regardless
why? because i'll let you
i'll sit here, and watch you
rape my emotions
just you see...
you're gonna hurt her just the same
you think you know women
well, know this--
we see more than what meets
your eye
we'll spare our own feelings, not to
see ourselves hurting a guy
just because we do think
about many sexual things,
doesnt make us open for talking
every girl is different (yet the same)
we crumble in the charmed words
of boys who claim they love us
we break down easy but hate
the fact that is happens
we're more complex than you
could ever imagine
so, you'll never understand
and im a lot less complicated
than most girls
you dont even understand whats
directly in front of your eyes
good luck and good game with
women-- with
her-- with
them-- say goodbye
to me
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