2 A.M.

2 A.M. and I’m wired
I can’t stop thinking about you
Wondering what you are doing
Wishing you were here

I mainly remember your “bad” qualities;
The parts of you that I love

Manipulation/Insecurity/Jealousy -
All covered up with lies
A false identity

I guess the reason I love the “bad” qualities
is because I’m full of passion
Fury gives my feelings intensity
It feels good to scream and go crazy

I put up with so many things
that I firmly hold onto
and that I refuse to let go
I just can’t let it go
Why is that so hard for me to do?

Now I’m starting to worry
Maybe I just need to cry

She said;
“I think you have a lot to learn about life.”
I will never forget this
She thinks she’s better than me?
She knows nothing about what I've been through

I should be dead or on the streets
I have been empty since I was 16
If only she knew

To save face, she later tells me
that I’m brilliant and that I always answer my own questions -
You think I don’t fucking know that?!

Just because someone knows the answers
doesn't mean they aren't willing to ignore them