Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I don't know why I feel so tounge-tied
He didn't really know the girl that much
but he knew what he liked.
a great smile,
beautiful eyes,
and a personality that was rare in this jaded, "fuck I hate everything" kind of world.
She was scared.
She had felt this way before.
For someone else.
Someone who changed from crush to best friend,
over the span of three years.
But since then,
she really didn't take note of anyone.
At least, he didn't see her take note.
He had played the field
with girls who had been played a lot.
He was dealing with a morose theme
that had been running and ruining his life
for more than a year.
Three months, it took him.
For her to metamorph from friend to crush.
He was so ready. So ready to tell her.
The day in fact that he was going to,
she revealed that she was going away.
Wait the summer, he thought.
as if anything could happen over there anyway.
random phone calls,
a couple of emails,
that fueled his thoughts
which relieved him from the emotional overhaul that pushed him down
under the Devil's thumb.
She saved him from going crazy a couple of times,
but she'll never know that now.
he waited the summer,
but things changed.
for her, the worse.
for him, the better.
looks like outside influences
change this would-be
to a never-will.
insecurity is a motherfucker,
but at least, he hasn't degraded himself,
like others have, when filled insecurity.
her:
let's just forget that any of this happened, and let's go back like it was before.
him:
sure.
she'll never know how much she meant to him during that summer of hell.
maybe it's better that way.
and it was at that time,
that he thought that if he could go back.
he'd make every would-be
a never-will.
He didn't really know the girl that much
but he knew what he liked.
a great smile,
beautiful eyes,
and a personality that was rare in this jaded, "fuck I hate everything" kind of world.
She was scared.
She had felt this way before.
For someone else.
Someone who changed from crush to best friend,
over the span of three years.
But since then,
she really didn't take note of anyone.
At least, he didn't see her take note.
He had played the field
with girls who had been played a lot.
He was dealing with a morose theme
that had been running and ruining his life
for more than a year.
Three months, it took him.
For her to metamorph from friend to crush.
He was so ready. So ready to tell her.
The day in fact that he was going to,
she revealed that she was going away.
Wait the summer, he thought.
as if anything could happen over there anyway.
random phone calls,
a couple of emails,
that fueled his thoughts
which relieved him from the emotional overhaul that pushed him down
under the Devil's thumb.
She saved him from going crazy a couple of times,
but she'll never know that now.
he waited the summer,
but things changed.
for her, the worse.
for him, the better.
looks like outside influences
change this would-be
to a never-will.
insecurity is a motherfucker,
but at least, he hasn't degraded himself,
like others have, when filled insecurity.
her:
let's just forget that any of this happened, and let's go back like it was before.
him:
sure.
she'll never know how much she meant to him during that summer of hell.
maybe it's better that way.
and it was at that time,
that he thought that if he could go back.
he'd make every would-be
a never-will.
