im not sure anymore if anything i doo
ever seems to concern you now ...anyhow
im so fed up, the confuzion you put me threw
im so glad were threw, finished, finitio,
finally seeing through all this mess
you didnt want me to figure, the things you never tried to confess
still i stood with my hands behind my back
i couldnt help standing against that wall
feeling you with that nife in my back,
i didnt try to move, id let you peirce through
still i guess i just couldnt forget it when the only thing i said
the only thing id ask is to have you back
my thoughts have lead me to regret
the days i wasted and the time i spent
listening to youre excuses i should have
never stood for your abuses
why did you enjoy making me feel this way
did i deserve to be treated this way
ive tried so hard to get over these things
ive tried so hard to forget
but sometimes somethings arent worth forgeting\
something arent worth regretting
sometimes, somethings dont seem to be so much
they dont seem to be so hard
sometimes i find my self sitting and i wonder
how a person like you could ever make me feel the way i do