( Your Treason)
as much as it may be surprising that i can write
i fear the reasons aren't right
i used to be able to do this to flirt
but then i got hurt
i used to do it for the right reasons
but now its used to counteract treason
and even though you broke my curse
i still feel the worst
i wish i could have told you how i felt
before my heart felt the belt
and now i might regret
cuz i wont be able to forget
how you made me write not for good reasons
but on the account of your treason
i think itz great im on a roll
cuz then it shows im out of the hole
of how i cant express myself to you
in a way you never knew
but is it really worth it
cuz i keep thinking of it
of how you hurt me
in a way you cant see
lies, lies, lies
its all i think about as time passes by
i thought you were the one i could trust
but it turned out to be a bust
i never thought you'd betray me
never thought it would be
you the one i cared for so much
that would be the one to crush
every last feeling i had
and make me feel so bad
i've been doing this for a while
it could reach a mile
ive been writing how i feel
beeing ready to kneel
but it doesnt matter
cuz it just makes me madder
so i guess ill stop
cuz im about to pop
cuz i know you wont be there
cuz your actions say you dont care
i love you and you know it
i even tried to show it
i told you what i didnt like
but you told my thoughts to take a hike
i tried to tell you but you wouldnt listen
so now i'll be the one your missin
i thought i found the perfect girl
but it turns out she isnt real
and i cant make her real
i can almost remember....
i can almost remember your smile
your eyes
your face
your hair
i can almost remember...
i can almost remember your body
how close ours got at times
the times we were alone
the times we were happy
the times we were sad
i can almost remember....
the sad part is what i can remember...
i can remember how instead of calling me you called him
instead of seeing me you saw him
instead of telling me the truth you lied
but what i can remember most is the feeling of
the emotional knife of yours that pushed and pushed and finaly
twisted and turned with in my heart as you sat back with no compassion
That i do remember
