It hurts me more.. knowing that you act like i don't exist. But if you know me the way you claim to do, then you already know its hurts..
Seeing you today, was the hardest thing in the world.. i could feel how much you didn't want to talk to me. I just.. i needed to hear you say something, i know your mad, and i know you don't wanna be friends, i know how much you just wish i was gone. When i look at your blog when you talk about breaking down, i swear i break down at the same time..
I just want you to talk to me, so i can tell you how i feel, i know you can't read this, i want to send you the link but i can't.
Every time i listen to mirrors, you pop into my head.
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