and all you can say is 'im srry'..

i can't trust anything it seems.
i can't place my faith in something ever-changing.
nothing stays fixed and i'm left to live day by day,
no promises made, no conclusions or resolutions.
...what's the point?

i guess i just expected more from you.

I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay

because i thought i was something special.
i figured you'd care about me. i thought i was your world.
i guess i've failed you then. as you've failed me back.
you failed to give me hope, confidence in myself.
if i didnt mean something to you how could i mean anything to anyone else?
it's impossible for me to believe in anything anymore
i wish i was something amazing, worth remembering or remorse..

But i'm as common as each blurry face that wander on their way

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Anonymous said…

if i didnt mean something to you how could i mean anything to anyone else?

dude I know the feeling completely

November 18, 2008 at 7:50 AM

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