Sadly enough, these days, your pathetic attempts at half-ass wisdom is what's keeping me going
I deal with the hardships of life solely because of "What would you think of me?"
You hate me, yet I love you
Your battered approval the only thing keeping me alive
I'm dangling by a string in your hand,
And knowing that you're seconds away from letting it go is all that keeps e from hanging myself on it
The sight of me makes you sick, and I should never come around you again
You said so yourself
You caused upheaval among my friend and myself,
And pathetically enough, all I wanted still was to love you
And I know you'll never read this,
You've moved on, and I doubt you care
But the earth itself is telling me,
"Kid, don't let that stoner-ess go..."
Well, my head' begun to pound, and the tears are beginning to stream
so I guess i'll stop it now,
At least 'til walls stop moving.....