iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
- Messages
- 8,351
You just don't get it, do you?
I don't want to hear from you.
About anything at all.
It doesn't phase me if you
have finally come to some sort of
epiphany where you want to
stop fucking up your life,
and get your shit together.
What makes you think I care?
You should have grown up
a long, long time ago.
And for the record,
you didn't drop me.
I don't want any of
your apologizes.
Because there is no
amount of words that
could ever make me
forgive and forget
your less than
half-assed attempt at love.
You think it's ashame we can't be friends?
I don't.
Friends love one another, have compassion for one another.
You don't know the meaning of either.
You say that YOU NEEDED
more than I was willing to offer.
What kind of fucking monster are you?
What the fuck was it that I didn't offer you?
I gave you everything you could possibly want.
And then more.
I gave up things in my life, my dreams, to benefit you.
I sat at home or in a bar
waiting for you all those nights
you said you'd be home...
and never showed.
Because you had me believe
you were doing something to better us.
Fuck you. You are self-centered
and arrogant. Not me.
You say you guess they are right,
when they say
Some things just aren't meant to be.
Well, I guess they are right,
when they say
Love is blind.
Look at all the things
that took me THIS LONG
to notice.
Love isn't in the picture anymore.
You'd make my eyes
well up with tears,
because you'd say all these
things about me that
just were not true.
Like me being selffish,
or uncaring.
But now, I just don't
give a fuck what you say.
A friend of mine gave me
the best advice,
They said don't worry,
one day all the words he says,
all the things he does,
all the bad ways he makes you feel,
just won't matter anymore.
And you know what...
they don't.
Because no matter of my
heightened approach
to please you...
you could never be satisfied.
I don't want to hear from you.
About anything at all.
It doesn't phase me if you
have finally come to some sort of
epiphany where you want to
stop fucking up your life,
and get your shit together.
What makes you think I care?
You should have grown up
a long, long time ago.
And for the record,
you didn't drop me.
I don't want any of
your apologizes.
Because there is no
amount of words that
could ever make me
forgive and forget
your less than
half-assed attempt at love.
You think it's ashame we can't be friends?
I don't.
Friends love one another, have compassion for one another.
You don't know the meaning of either.
You say that YOU NEEDED
more than I was willing to offer.
What kind of fucking monster are you?
What the fuck was it that I didn't offer you?
I gave you everything you could possibly want.
And then more.
I gave up things in my life, my dreams, to benefit you.
I sat at home or in a bar
waiting for you all those nights
you said you'd be home...
and never showed.
Because you had me believe
you were doing something to better us.
Fuck you. You are self-centered
and arrogant. Not me.
You say you guess they are right,
when they say
Some things just aren't meant to be.
Well, I guess they are right,
when they say
Love is blind.
Look at all the things
that took me THIS LONG
to notice.
Love isn't in the picture anymore.
You'd make my eyes
well up with tears,
because you'd say all these
things about me that
just were not true.
Like me being selffish,
or uncaring.
But now, I just don't
give a fuck what you say.
A friend of mine gave me
the best advice,
They said don't worry,
one day all the words he says,
all the things he does,
all the bad ways he makes you feel,
just won't matter anymore.
And you know what...
they don't.
Because no matter of my
heightened approach
to please you...
you could never be satisfied.
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