i. Would you mind telling me?
i'd really like to know
though headgames are my favorite sport
and mysteries my favorite books
and romance is a bunch of happilyeverafters gone wrong.
though sorrow is just for people without time to go for happy
and skinny is just for people without reason to eat
ii. because my fingers bleed from typing you these messages
because those chocolates you gave me made my heart stop
because the gift you gave me was the greatest curse of all
because the miracle of life is only paralleled by the emptiness of death
iii. i'll write in the dark to her
and whisper all these things to her
and tell her everything you did to me
i'll tell her that your full of it
and how i think you're full of shit
and how i wouldn't love to see you now
iv. i want to hear your laugh
back when i thought it wasn't at me
i want to hear you sing
when my heart's not full of jealousy
i want to see you dream
when i know it's because of me
and i want to hear you scream
and repay what you did to me
v. there's a girl out there,
boy, who never looked your way
but thought about you all the time
who wrote you notes you'll never read
and gave you warnings you didn't head
and i there's no way i'll forgive you for it all
vi. i'm sick of writing useless words
proving to you that i'm worse than you though
and you told me that i've got problems
and, honey, you don't even know the half of it
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