When I said that I'd return to you I meant more like a relapse.

i hate everything about you that makes me feel like i'm not good enough.
i hate the way you smile and how i feel like telling you why i look at you this way.

Maybe when I'm done with endings this can begin.

i wonder if you ever think of me the way i think of you.
maybe just wondering if there's any secrets behind my smile.
maybe you wonder if i will ever trust love again.
maybe i wont.
maybe you acutally wish i would stop looking at you like you're the best thing in the world.
and start looking at you like we're just friends.
maybe you'll tell me you love me.
maybe you love my best friend.
maybe you love to mess with my head like this.
maybe you're doing a good job.
maybe i'll hate you by the end of tomorrow.
maybe i'll fall in love with your smile.
maybe i hate the way you sit near me.
maybe you don't.
maybe we will never be together.
and maybe just maybe, you will look at me the same way i look at you.
maybe i should stop saying maybe and tell you how i really feel.

i don't know what i'm missing, even if it's gone.

today was awesome.
me & my three best friends, just hanging out and pissing people off.
some lady in circuit city kept asking us "do you need any help?"
after the 5th time i was ready to punch her in the face.
borders is the place to yell out your sad love life.
i'm pretty sure i don't like him now. he just seems more and more like a friend everytime i talk to him.
i need something new and exciting to dull.
everytime i look into a mirror i always see something i want to change.
i can't do the one-two step but i'm pretty sure you can't either. ;]