My heart feels like its being ripped out, and I feel so very nauseated. It kills me to know that Iím not important to you; not important enough for you to spend time. Trying to not let my unhappiness show, apparently, it isnít working. What else am I supposed to do?! Iím just kid at heart no matter how old I act.
This sorrow is like a tumor, a cancer, and itís eating away my life. That stupid parasite is killing me, and no one really cares. Itís sad that all of these people are sitting here watching me fade away.
Iím playing those heart-songs you gave me over and over again. Playing your last movement in my mind cause, believe it or not, I really miss you. No one really believes or do they even see it?! I donít think so. Man, I really donít think so.
Iím just telling myself that Iím over you and that Iím just fine, but YOU WIN. I sure to hell didnít lie when I said that it hurt, but I underestimated the pain. Iím still hoping to see your face again, hear our voice speaking specifically to me. Maybe again, maybe again, but I really donít believe it anymore. Would you prove me wrong?
I miss you,you silly Bastard.