Dear-,
You are confusing the fuck out of me. Oh, how I wish I could say that to your face. Why is it that the moment I stop giving you attention, stopped "liking" you that you focus on me? It's too late. Much too late.
Why the hell are you waiting until now to give me this sort of attention? Why did you do that when I was head over heels in love with you? You could've saved me from so much goddamn pain, asshole. Prevented so many sleepless, tear-filled nights. Why must you lie in wait, until the moment I've found someone else to love to do all these things? Asking me to hangout and go clubbing and other bullshit with you.
Why do you bother even flirting with me anymore... That doesn't get to me the way it used to. Remember? How you lead me on... on and on, deeper into that sick and twisted labyrinth of pain.
It's come to the point of where I'm somewhat annoyed and irritated at you. It almost seems as if I'm nothing but a pet to you. When I give you attention, you ignore me. It's when I have someone else whom I can dote my attention and affection to and reciporcates it that you pay attention to me. How sad...
I honestly don't know what to think anymore. It feels as if my only salvation lies within cutting ties with you. There's still a lot of wounds that have yet to be healed. The ones that you've inflicted... sliced right through my heart of ice that you've melted.
Meh... I doubt you even read this anymore. So whatever. I'm only writing these letters for my benefit. I don't give a shit what you think anymore. You've caused more than enough damage. More than enough pain to last me a lifetime.
Regards,
HT
Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
You are confusing the fuck out of me. Oh, how I wish I could say that to your face. Why is it that the moment I stop giving you attention, stopped "liking" you that you focus on me? It's too late. Much too late.
Why the hell are you waiting until now to give me this sort of attention? Why did you do that when I was head over heels in love with you? You could've saved me from so much goddamn pain, asshole. Prevented so many sleepless, tear-filled nights. Why must you lie in wait, until the moment I've found someone else to love to do all these things? Asking me to hangout and go clubbing and other bullshit with you.
Why do you bother even flirting with me anymore... That doesn't get to me the way it used to. Remember? How you lead me on... on and on, deeper into that sick and twisted labyrinth of pain.
It's come to the point of where I'm somewhat annoyed and irritated at you. It almost seems as if I'm nothing but a pet to you. When I give you attention, you ignore me. It's when I have someone else whom I can dote my attention and affection to and reciporcates it that you pay attention to me. How sad...
I honestly don't know what to think anymore. It feels as if my only salvation lies within cutting ties with you. There's still a lot of wounds that have yet to be healed. The ones that you've inflicted... sliced right through my heart of ice that you've melted.
Meh... I doubt you even read this anymore. So whatever. I'm only writing these letters for my benefit. I don't give a shit what you think anymore. You've caused more than enough damage. More than enough pain to last me a lifetime.
Regards,
HT
Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
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