sometimes goodbye just isn't the word, sometimes you're seen, but you're never really heard, sometimes people realize but they never ever say, they just assume you always are that way. see you in corners, see you in halls, they take and they pillage you put up your walls ive always been slow to anger but honestly you find ways to bring out the worst in people and im quietly fighting the urge to fight, but youve over-filled my meter its past patience, past apologies but you cant pick and chose to only like parts of who i am and if you dont much care for it you cant let it start a fight the world is your oyster but you picked this hill to die i watch this happen time and time again i don't want to be hurt again so when i say just because I love you doesn't mean I'm in love with you just because I love you doesn't mean I'm in love with you just because I love you doesn't mean I'm in love with you I still love you I still love you I love you "A mix of real and fake, who could ever say which is which? who is who? maybe the next person to know will be you..."
