the loss stings.
It's over even if I don't want it to be.
Want and truth are two separate thoughts.
This constant being there and then leaving has made me feel
unimportant;
I don't matter.
I should matter.
I should be wanted.
I should be the only option.
So continue to give the cold shoulder
because when you make your appearance,
I'll give you something worse than that.
If you're gonna eat my heart,
you can bet when you hear of me,
you're gonna miss this.
And I hope one day you
will
miss this.
One day I hope you'll feel the pain
I have felt for what seems a marathon.
So while you're livin life now,
get ready-
get ready to miss
me.
