May 21, 2008

Sometimes I want to scream in your face,
and ask you how you can say such a thing.
Sometimes I want to know
if you really understand who you're talking to.
Sometimes you hear me,
but I know you're not listening.
And sometimes I ask myself,
Why did I give up everything?
Why do I even care?
And as always, that feeling disappears when you're here.

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