I wonder what you think of when you think of me
Oh how I wish that was true. You tell me what I'm supposed to do. I'm not lost I'm muddled. I know what I'm supposed to do, but I can't get my heart to believe that.
I am so utterly confused. I just wish I knew where it's supposed to end. Why after I yelled and take my stand, am I always left wishing he'd come back.
How terribly fucked up I am. You'd think I'd have gotten the hang of this by now. Apparently not.
maybe this is why I shouldn't ever date