Yeah, he makes me happy
no, I'm sorry
he makes me really happy,
like when he came around,
my face would light up,
my hands would start shaking,
my heart would skip a beat,
whatever that means.
Anyhow,
we would spend countless hours together
playing basketball
buying things,
watchinq movies,
making a scene,
it was just . . . amazing.
Until one day,
we realized our differences,
we took a look at our flaws,
from that day on,
our relationship changed completely.
we fought, argued,
yelled, threw thinqs,
I thought it was definately
the end of something good
but I tell you,
Boy kept pushing and pushing
till my back was against a wall,
and at that moment
our relationship changed once aqain.
I started seeing things from his perspective,
i began to understand his physical language,
and man Oh man
did I beqin to love him.
Now this time when he came around,
I fought back my tears,
I wanted him to go away,
I didnt want him to leave,
I wanted him to shut up
and just hold me
but NO, it wasnt really about me,
well I mean, I guess it wasnt about me.
ugh he talked when i wanted silence,
touched me when I just wanted to be alone,
I kinda imagined I had made the biggest mistake of my life.
Guess what happened then?
yeah, my feelings changed once aqain,
as if God had tightened up some screws,
as if the Opthomologist had added strenqgh to my glasses,
as if a faceless force had enliqhtened me
I felt guilt, I felt regret,
and I felt stupid.
Month after month
we tried to make it work,
excuse me, HE tried to make it work,
puttinq his all into it,
And me?
Oh please, I had better things to worry about,
really couldn't have cared less,
he was younger than me anyway.
And so came the tears aqain,
but these werent quite so spontaneous,
this weren't sad or mad tears,
these were tears that made me realize
that honestly. . .how could i live without this guy?
Yeah when I say he gave me everything,
I'm not frontin',
he gave me tears, he gave me pain
he gave me motivation, he gave me smiles
he gave me anger, he gave me strife
So thats our story,
the one I hate the most,
but yet. . . the one I love the most,
because even though we fuss and fight
we're taking our never ending rollercoaster ride.
no, I'm sorry
he makes me really happy,
like when he came around,
my face would light up,
my hands would start shaking,
my heart would skip a beat,
whatever that means.
Anyhow,
we would spend countless hours together
playing basketball
buying things,
watchinq movies,
making a scene,
it was just . . . amazing.
Until one day,
we realized our differences,
we took a look at our flaws,
from that day on,
our relationship changed completely.
we fought, argued,
yelled, threw thinqs,
I thought it was definately
the end of something good
but I tell you,
Boy kept pushing and pushing
till my back was against a wall,
and at that moment
our relationship changed once aqain.
I started seeing things from his perspective,
i began to understand his physical language,
and man Oh man
did I beqin to love him.
Now this time when he came around,
I fought back my tears,
I wanted him to go away,
I didnt want him to leave,
I wanted him to shut up
and just hold me
but NO, it wasnt really about me,
well I mean, I guess it wasnt about me.
ugh he talked when i wanted silence,
touched me when I just wanted to be alone,
I kinda imagined I had made the biggest mistake of my life.
Guess what happened then?
yeah, my feelings changed once aqain,
as if God had tightened up some screws,
as if the Opthomologist had added strenqgh to my glasses,
as if a faceless force had enliqhtened me
I felt guilt, I felt regret,
and I felt stupid.
Month after month
we tried to make it work,
excuse me, HE tried to make it work,
puttinq his all into it,
And me?
Oh please, I had better things to worry about,
really couldn't have cared less,
he was younger than me anyway.
And so came the tears aqain,
but these werent quite so spontaneous,
this weren't sad or mad tears,
these were tears that made me realize
that honestly. . .how could i live without this guy?
Yeah when I say he gave me everything,
I'm not frontin',
he gave me tears, he gave me pain
he gave me motivation, he gave me smiles
he gave me anger, he gave me strife
So thats our story,
the one I hate the most,
but yet. . . the one I love the most,
because even though we fuss and fight
we're taking our never ending rollercoaster ride.
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