harraser
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2001
- Messages
- 2,091
I cant stop thinking about you
Why havent you called?
You said you would
We were supposed to catch up tomorow
You were supposed to call so we could organise it
But you havent
And you wont
And when I call you
I know
There'll be no answer
My repeated blind optimism
Is getting just about as predictable
As your unreliability.
Its pathetic really
I was getting by fine being "just frenids"
It makes it easier that I almost never see you
But just like always, we make some plans
And you dont come through
And Im left feeling hurt and angry
At the realisation of how much
I really wanted to see you
I know I cant blame you
You have a life
And youve moved on
You moved on from the idea of us a long time ago
So why cant I?
Why do I find myself listening for the phone
At 2am when I know you never call this late
Hopeing against hope that this once youll make an exception
Because even if its just for a few hours
Id do anything to see you again
Hug you again
Be happy again
Noone ever understood me as well as you do
So why cant you understand what this does to me?
I guess, just like what I thought you felt for me
That understanding was just an illusion
Why havent you called?
You said you would
We were supposed to catch up tomorow
You were supposed to call so we could organise it
But you havent
And you wont
And when I call you
I know
There'll be no answer
My repeated blind optimism
Is getting just about as predictable
As your unreliability.
Its pathetic really
I was getting by fine being "just frenids"
It makes it easier that I almost never see you
But just like always, we make some plans
And you dont come through
And Im left feeling hurt and angry
At the realisation of how much
I really wanted to see you
I know I cant blame you
You have a life
And youve moved on
You moved on from the idea of us a long time ago
So why cant I?
Why do I find myself listening for the phone
At 2am when I know you never call this late
Hopeing against hope that this once youll make an exception
Because even if its just for a few hours
Id do anything to see you again
Hug you again
Be happy again
Noone ever understood me as well as you do
So why cant you understand what this does to me?
I guess, just like what I thought you felt for me
That understanding was just an illusion
