To blase,
Never have you been so enticing.

I'm sorry So sorry
For everything we've done all the "fun" we had
I'm so sorry I'm done screaming your name
I'm so sorry For everything we shared, for everything I heard
Cause right now... I'm beginning to think: Did I believe that?
And if you asked me... I'd do it all again, just to hurt you

So hit me where it doesn't hurt.
So I'll know where it does.
So next time... I'll be ready

High-school romance is.
Is simply put here.
1) Screw you. I hate you
2) I love you.But sooner or later... do I?
3) And me... lucky number three. I wish I never knew you, and I wish... I... I could
erase any trace of you. But I still wish you were still here.

But we never learn...
Cause we still wear our hearts on our sleeve
And it's all in my head... I'm miles away instead.
Cause I'm not listening
And I don't...
I don't want to accept the fact that I.
Start over.
I have to pick the pieces and rebuild myself.
Something of... simple design.
Cause I just asked for one thing.
One simple request.

Take time let it heal
Is what they say.
But all these trite inconveniences, just aren't trite anymore...
They're fresh... and they hurt
I'm not blind you see...

And you know what?
One day, I just know one day a question will be heard.
What's the problem?
You're the problem.
You're just like an old wound.
And I suppose this answer will save me.
But I know... you're not listening.
I know you're miles away. All the while saying I'm right here
I'm right here... as a "friend"
But I'm not blind... and I... I'm not listening.

But you know I can't hate you...
So I choose not to care.
I choose to cease to exist.
I was the one you loved and I was who you wanted me to be.
I am whoever I choose to be... cause
I still haven't taken my heart back.

One day... I'll watch you drown...
I'd save you, but I don't know how to swim...Jump in anyways
I... I'm no hero, I'm not blind...
I'm just in love with you.
Someway some...how
I asked you for one thing. One last chance.
You had yours... so fairs fair and love's lost.
Cause if that wasn't love. It wasn't
It was the closest I've ever been.

That is high school romance.
Unnecessary. Superficial.
Full of regrets. And sometimes I still think I miss you...
But sooner or later... sooner or later
We'll graduate... and grow.

                     
                 Will we ever say goodbye to this again?
                 

                 We'll never say goodbye to this