mangaman892

I give up. I'm worn out. I want to forget What we talked about. At the end of the day, When all is through, There's no flame or spark Between me and you. And I like to think That we'll just be friends, That we'll be the same Once this weirdness ends. But we both know It can't be that way. That there are still words I might want to say. Should I go away? Pretend I care less? Should have shut my mouth. Why did I confess? I wanted you to know. Now I wish you would forget. Now that I see the real you, I wish we never met.