twohundredseven.

You’re always in the back of my mind, yeah, still. I want to pick up the phone and call you, but I don’t. I want to hit you up on AIM, but I don’t. I want to tell you that I miss you, but I can’t. I won’t. I want to talk to you, but I don’t know what to say. It doesn’t seem right anymore. I always said that you didn’t care, although you were the one that was overprotective. You said losing me was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made, yet you seemed to push me aside so easily. It’s obvious. I sure wasn’t worth fighting for. If I wasn’t worth it the first time, second time, third time, why would I be now? I could write about this for hours, but I won’t waste your time, as well as mine. I’m not going to be that girl that sits around thinking about what could’ve been, should’ve been, would’ve been, because it’s only another path leading me to disappointment. We used to be the best of friends, spending everyday together, I loved you but you’ve only shown me that I was just something to help you pass your time while you picked up the pieces of your broken reputation. FYB >_<

Step by step I feel more alone, words by words I can’t hear your voice by the phone, tear by tear, I have lost the sense of fear, year by year I feel that you’re not here.