where you are seems to be as far as an eternity; outstretched arms, open hearts, but if it never ends then when do we start?
Okay, look I’m honest…
I can’t lie, I miss you. You and my goals were the only things that I’d commit to, I never cheated for the record back when I was with you. But you believe in everything but me, I don’t get you. He says ‘I know you changed, I never see you, cause you’re always busy doing things.’ I really wish he had a different way of viewing things. I think the city that we’re from just kinda ruined things…It’s such a small place, not much to do but talk and listen, the men are jealous and the women are all in competition. And all your friends are telling you stories that you often misinterpret and taint all of your images of ‘mrs. perfect.’ I can tell that you were crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness; I hope that you recover. This is one I know you hate when you heard it, and it’s worse because you know that I deserve it.
