After that night i felt that i couldnt take it anymore. I just couldn't take the pain, when the one I loved ripped my heart out in front of me. Laughing as she did. Wanting me to feel pain. My pain was her pleasure.
Maybe she wanted me to feel some kind of pain I caused her? But I thought we were friends. That i ment something for her. Would she really risk our friendship for revenge?
Maybe she didn't think about what I felt. And just handled without purpose. But on the other hand. She said she wanted to annoy me.
Well anyway, I had to leave.
Girl Jag gick inte för att jag vill sluta älska dig. Jag gick för att bearbeta smärtan. Så när vi möts igen, och du gör om det. Så vill jag inte känna något.
"Sometimes I miss you"
I guess that wasn't ment for me.
God.. I sound so pathetic.
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