Walk home drowning these memories in the rain, biting my lip to transfer this pain, you’re gone and I’m still going through withdrawals, next time around I’ll build a stronger wall.
Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow; we must fail in order to know. Sometimes our vision only clears after our eyes are washed away with tears.
Frustrated because I can’t tell if it’s real. Mad because I don’t know how you feel. Upset because we can’t make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won’t take my hand. Aggravated because you don’t understand. Disappointed because we can’t be together, but still I’ll love you forever.