I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.
It's really gonna suck not talking to you.
But at the same time you and him are a thing.
And every time I see it it puts me in so much pain.

I don't want to hurt anymore.
My insides bled out Sunday morning.
I don't want to feel the pain.
So my anger will surely numb it.

Punk rock means freedom.
And I'm done being a fish on a hook.
Like I was for months.
I'd rather be angry.
I'd rather be isolated.
Than be in a pain that makes me wish I was gone.

I love you.
I do.
But I don't trust you.
And I don't know if I ever really have.
I let myself think I did.
Even when I knew you had already left.
Before you knew.
But I think you did.
I think you were in denial.
But I'm no psychic.
Although I find it funny.
That hours before.
I felt so empty at that party.
And then I thought I hurt
You.
By seeking the answers to the questions that I had wondered for so long.
And I still think it's funny
How I was in the dark for so long.
I think it's funny how the night before you say how lucky you are.
And how you don't deserve me.
"I'm amazing"
And yet how fucking blind can you be
When I've expressed so many times how I feel
And how deserving plays no part in what I view as real.
But I guess you cannot see
What you do not want to.
And I still feel the same.
I still love you.
But now I am broken
And there's nothing you can do.
I'm through feeling pain.
The pain is now anger.
I don't want it to be.
But you do what you gotta do.
I don't want to be angry
I want to be true
But I'm through feeling pain.
So you do you.