Our Song

Never shout never

Can't stand it

Baby, I love you

I never want to let you go

The more I think about,

The more I want to let you know...

That everything you do,

Is super fuckin' cute

And I can't stand it

I've been searching for

A girl that's just like you

Cause I know

That your heart is true

Baby, I love you

I never want to let you go

The more I think about,

The more I want to let you know...

That everything you do,

Is super duper cute

And I can't stand it

Let's sell all our shit,

And run away

To sail the ocean blue

Then you'll know,

That my heart is true yeah

Baby, I love you

I never want to let you go

The more I think about,

The more I want to let you know...

That everything you do,

Is super duper cute

And I can't stand it

You, you got me where you want me

Cause I'll do anything to please you

Just to make it through...

Another year

You, I saw you across the room

And I knew that this was gonna

Blossom into something beautiful.

You're beautiful.

Baby, I love you

I never want to let you go

The more I think about,

The more I want to let you know...

That everything you do,

Is super duper cute

And I can't stand it

Baby, I love you

I never want to let you go

The more I think about,

The more I want to let you know...

That everything you do,

Is super duper cute

And I can't stand it

And I can't stand it

No I can't stand it.

You did it

You finally pushed me put, you used to call me the selfish one, funny, how hypocritical. Doesn't make any sense really, how because you still have feelings for me, I'm the one that has to go. The only reason it came down to this is because you're being pressured by everyone around to do so, you wouldn't have done it on your own.

Negative?

I never thought that simply trying to help someone would backfire so horribly, it's crazy, the way people work that is.

Under the Bridge

There's a bridge, right between us, halfway between our houses. I fell in love with you under that bridge, I was telling you the story of my mother and I don't know what it was about you but I was laying my head in your lap and I finished my story. You were silent so I sat up and turned around, and it was just something about you in that moment, you had your cheek smushed into your knee and you just looked sad. Like you felt bad for me. But there in that moment, you were just so fucking adorbs. That was the moment I knew I really, truly loved you. Every once in a while I visit that bridge, you don't know that though, nobody knows. But I sit there and think, imagine you with me again, I even have just told that story out loud to myself again and imagined you there listening, smiling. Used to cry there silently, I know, it's pathetic, but I stopped crying, just all together. I put all my pent up rage and emotion into the punching bag in my garage. Or into the blade making contact with my skin. I know it's bad, but every once in a while you have to pick the lesser of two evils, and sometimes it's hurting myself, or leaving entirely. So I choose to hurt myself.

You.

God, I still love you as much as I always have. Your eyes so bright blue you could mistake them for sapphire. A smile that could light any pitch black room. Your cheeks that made me melt when I used to kiss them. Hands so small and adorable I could hold onto them forever. Every inch of your body covered in silky soft golden brown skin. A body every woman strives to have. Lips so soft we could lock for hours and the only thing that could stop us is my need to breathe because of my asthma. And an absolutely unmatched personality. I love you, and you may not love me back anymore, but I know you care.

Panicked

You and I were sitting in front of the school, I was under the impression that your mother was picking you up, and then HE pulled up. You said "my rides here" and happily jumped into his car with a huge smile, I freaked out, walked into the nearest bathroom and vomited. I started uncontrollably crying and was just losing my shit, I called up my friend who lived close by to come to the school and he just sat down and listened to my crying mental breakdown about you. It sucked. And every now and then I see him on your social media, and I just get filled with nothing but rage. All I can do is hope. Hope that you'll be mine again.

Worried.

I'm worried that maybe, you guys might last. It sounds so selfish but I know you don't truly like him, you're just gonna keep telling yourself you're happy until you finally convince yourself you are. He's got such a huge advantage being your best friend. He's been your best friend for yeeeeeears, which means he has listened to all the mistakes every guy you've ever dated have made, and he'll avoid making them at all costs, he probably knows you better than you know yourself because he's been in the friend zone so long. He's going to morph himself into the perfect boyfriend. And you're gonna leave me in the fucking dust.

Better

I will be better, I'll be so good I'll blow that other nigga outta the fuckin water. I don't care if you have to fall in love with me all over again, I'll make you mine. You and I were fucking destined to be together, why can't you see that! It doesn't matter, no matter how long it takes, you'll be mine again.

Best intentions

Everything I did, was for us. I had OUR best intentions in mind, I was trying hard to get used to this entirely new world I'd just entered because it was overwhelming me. It was stressing me out, and in turn I started hurting you, so we separated. So I could work on myself and you didn't have to deal with my shit, and you go and flip the entire situation, fuck over my whole life, and get together with your best friend. What kind of shit is that. You know I still have feelings for you, and you still shit on me each and every day, you and I know what it's doing to me, it's whittling me down into an empty shell of a man, I'm fucking nothing without you. You know you're my everything, and even still you show absolutely no mercy towards me whatsoever. I love you, I always will, and even now, while I bleed from my sides from the self hatred I've attained, I wait. For you. I wait for that relationship to end and take my second chance by the balls, because baby, this time around, I'll be fucking perfect, just for you.