Thinking of what it was
What it could've have been
I find myself in a predictiment
Feelings about you
But I never smiled quite as much as I do with you
You bring the joy out of me,
Bringing the hate out of me
Now throughts of you make me scream,
Sometimes silently, but mostly out loud
I don't hate you, I don't love you
It's an emotion undescribable, undesirable
It would be so much easier to just hate you
But things aren't going that way
Things I thought I'd wanted vanish or recover again & again
I still feel empty & alone
Same predictiment, what it couldn't been
Thinking of what it was
Knowing things will never be the same again
