I still feel like I'm losing something
Contradictions in the heart, pains from triste,
and these words sound like something Romeo would write in a blood-crusted book.
I am reading my philosophy, and I want to
curl up, under my thick blankets, and lie
with my arms crossed about me until I begin to weep
Self-pity feels so good right now,
no matter how much disdain I reserve for that concept.
Any second now I expect him
on his ambling, random journeys
He knows every pretty girl, which is I guess why he knows me anyway
Unfortunately, nobody seems capable of holding his heart
especially if this nobody happens to be someone else..
I can't have him. I am otherwise looking,
but I don't want others, more than worthy, enough to abandon my selfish hopes.
The established facts of won hearts and my covert seductions
are nothing to the thrill of a moment in his peace.
Alone--alone with him. That's how I want to be.
It was always awkward with everyone else--
something in the way of an icebreaker was forever needed
But he is easy and free
This freedom kills me and hurts me
I am hurt that he is such a flirt
and I know I can't have him
We're all wrapped up in our tiny, tiny games
And everyone is in love with someone other than you.