Misunderstandings are all around us in thus atmosphere but, if you really want to judge me i'm all for it.
For surely I will forget it and try to fix it anyway, so why don't why just continue this story?
Sure I am a harsh person.sometimes, but pointing those fingers are impartial, so just sit.

Yes, but you'e said enough to make me feel as if i'm at breaking point.
Feeding that fire with your complaints are ignorance, you're driving me insane with this "love".
Honestly I hope you end up seeing that killing off your self confidence like that really changes you.
"And we'll stop fighting at some point," you said that;
But how do we do that when you're impossible?
"Still, we are always going to be entagled in this insane affection, no matter the direction.
It's almost like we're trapped with these kind of things "But still, we can try again, over and over until the words fall that we knew.

A feeling of some sort of nostaliga rolling i on me, and it's made it hard to see.
But still, here are these feelings of mine.
One in the same and a understanding of a mere fear of losing you, is it selfish?
I want you to be honest with me when you say what you think of me.

A feeling I knew before came along, such anger is flooding me, making these tears.
You have yet to see that i've got these kinds of fears and I want you never to know;
I never want you to go though, so why do you pull away from me and not speak?
It's honestly driving me crazy thinking you could so easily keep that silence, so tell me now, and don't run away..
Do you really want me to stay?

In this point of view I have, you haven't got a need to speak to me at all.
But still I know that I must be hurting you, it feels horrible to know it;
But we're still going to remain this way until I can learn exactly what you see in me.
I wonder if it's okay to worry if you've forgotten about me in time?
A fallen letter written with some kind of affectionate rhyme...

I want to know exactly how you feel about me, be honest as you try.
You can't avoid it much longer, and I honestly would hate to think it, but I would walk away if I had to.
But that's ridiculous, because of this beautiful design;
you're trapped in this world of mine.

A feeling of some sort of nostaliga rolling i on me, and it's made it hard to see.
But still, here are these feelings of mine.
One in the same and a understanding of a mere fear of losing you, is it selfish?
I want you to be honest with me when you say what you think of me.

You said in my world you wouldn't run, but you left me for the reality.
And in the end you didn't say anything as usual i our silence, finally finding a way out eventually.
Ah, it was fun until you ran from me, I suppose I could say, but then--
I would be denying the fact I hated how you acted when I could ask a question;
A hate-love of our is just what i'd call our natral love habitat;
And so I guess, it ended exactly like that.