Sometimes I recognize the simple look upon your face.

You’re sitting there, and wondering, thinking about how she

Had gone and left you alone without a trace

And just to think, it always could’ve been me.

yep, it's true. it was me, in all reality. but you see, there are some things out there that just aren't meant to be. i suppose you and her were one of those. it could have been me that you drug around, led on, and let down. and i would have loved you for it. see that? it's called masochism, and it's OK. trust me on this one.

Also, i have concluded that you are indeed a complete asshole of a man-whore. there. i said it.

And YOU. yeah you over there, you know who you are. You are solely responsible. you broke me. and what do you know about it? nothing. 'cause see, i'm falling so fast i can't reach you anymore. and you could fix me, but she means oh-so-much more.

i see a pattern here.

And oh, i do love parties. big ones, with lots of people and drama, and OOPS, there went that lamp! especially when my best friend thinks this one guy who likes me is really cute. oh, lovely. more drama.

however, these ups and downs have become such a part of me, they are integral to my daily life. these highs and lows, they are what i live for. i wouldn't have it any other way.