i miss you
i never really disliked you
even if i should have
i actually admired you
i felt you were different
but then my admiration turned to jealousy
and you left
it was probably for the best
but... i still miss you...
even though i probably shouldn't
Eight,
stay away from me
you think that all i do is take
well, the feeling is mutual
at least i'm trying to better myself
sometimes i wish i had never met you
Dear Babe,
you're gone now
sometimes i hope to see you again
but
i just really need to accept
that you're gone
Dear Eighteen,
there's something about you
that i find safe
i want to tell you
but i'm afraid i might be wrong
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