Why is it?, by 11 Tragedy's Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=red>11 Tragedy's</font>

Why is it
that I'm always thinking of him
When he's never thinking of me?
Why is it
that I'm always wanting him to call
And he never calls me?
Why is it
That when I'm with someone else
I'm always thinking of him instead?
Can you tell me
And how
Can you
Say those
Things to me
And how
Can you
Treat me
The way you treat me
Saying you love me to my face
Then I'm no one when I'm gone
You say you love me to my face
And when I'm gone I'm no one.
Why is it
That you have to be so cold
When all I want is a warm day with you?
Why is it
That I even care
When you don't care about me
Why is it
That I still bother
When I know it's all over?
Can you tell me
And how
Can you
Say that 
That you want me
And how
Can you
See me
The way you see me
Telling me it's me you want
Then being together with her
You say you want me to my face
But I know it's her that you want.

Posted: 2009-06-13 20:52:39 UTC

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