What Hurts

by Heather Williams - Libra

I never know where I'm going with you
I can't even tell myself that it's alright
You tell me you're just out driving around
Smoking so much weed you cannot think
I hear rumors of that other girl
I've seen you with before
It kills me inside
When I get dressed up for you
Waiting by the phone
I cave in and call you to only hear the machine pick up
What hurts is when I think I'm doing okay
And I wake up at three in the morning
Remembering all the nice things we used to do
Before you were so stoned you forgot all about me
In the end this pain will make me stronger
For now I'll try to distract myself
From the man that I fell in love with
And the man that you've become

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2001-06-11 13:25:29
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:32
Poem ID: 63417

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