"I loved real, real hard once
But the love wasn't returned
Found out the man I'd die for
He wasn't even concerned
I tried, and I tried, and I tried
To keep him in my life
I cried and I cried, and I cried
But I couldn't make it right
But I, I loved the young man
And if you've ever been in love
Then you'd understand"
---Lauryn Hill
But the love wasn't returned
Found out the man I'd die for
He wasn't even concerned
I tried, and I tried, and I tried
To keep him in my life
I cried and I cried, and I cried
But I couldn't make it right
But I, I loved the young man
And if you've ever been in love
Then you'd understand"
---Lauryn Hill
How can someone be so mean but yet so affectionate? Why play games if you couldn't care to feel any real way about the other person? Better yet why I'm thinking about you when I can guarantee you are not doing the same? A bunch of questions that remain without an answer but I'm sure I've had my share in creating this issue.
I've attempted to keep him off my mind but unfortunately his scent is intertwined with my Vera Wang Princess perfume. If this had been more than a year ago I would have said it was a sign that I was supposed to be thinking about him just as running into him after a couple of years of NO form communication was made was a sign to keep him around. Perhaps this was a test of fate, the test he used to speak of. But to sit here and pretend I believe this would just be me lying to myself more than he has done.
If I could help it I wouldn't be so angry. I wouldn't be mad at how he belittles to get his way yet acts affectionate at departures as in hopes for my return at a later time. It frustrates me how he can handle my heart with so little care. In honest terms its devastating how much of an affect he has over me.
I hate to admit this but if I could turn back the hands of time, I would have been in bed under the sheets hiding from the world instead of at the party in which we reconnected. Ugh if only things were that simple.
I've attempted to keep him off my mind but unfortunately his scent is intertwined with my Vera Wang Princess perfume. If this had been more than a year ago I would have said it was a sign that I was supposed to be thinking about him just as running into him after a couple of years of NO form communication was made was a sign to keep him around. Perhaps this was a test of fate, the test he used to speak of. But to sit here and pretend I believe this would just be me lying to myself more than he has done.
If I could help it I wouldn't be so angry. I wouldn't be mad at how he belittles to get his way yet acts affectionate at departures as in hopes for my return at a later time. It frustrates me how he can handle my heart with so little care. In honest terms its devastating how much of an affect he has over me.
I hate to admit this but if I could turn back the hands of time, I would have been in bed under the sheets hiding from the world instead of at the party in which we reconnected. Ugh if only things were that simple.
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