That ship has already sailed he told me,
like I didn't remember he didn't want me.
But I remember quiet clearly that I'm the one he doesn't love,
what hurts me is that I'm still in love with him.
Every word he says,
every move he makes,
gives me slowly just a little more faith that he might love me again.
But than I'm hit with the reality that his feelings have left,
because the words he says mean nothing unless you're hopeless.
I hate that I am only loved when you feel like it,
like I'm lovable but only when there is nothing better,
you miss me but you just miss having me as an option,
you wish I was there but only when nobody else is free.
I care too much.
Doesn't sound possible right?
It is,
It definitely is,
and you'd wonder how that would be a problem right?
I want to live,
I want to hear a million songs and dance in the rain,
I want to kiss and make love,
I want to see the world from every angle,
meet people that I will love and ones I won't,
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