2001-08-01 | SORRY

i hate to be hated. why do i make people hate me so easily? i get to a point where i just say stupid things, and i don't even mean some of them, or i don't even know how i'm feeling and i talk when i should just shut up until i know what i mean. i hate to be hated. i hate to be seen as someone annoying, or mean, or boring, or abrasive.

"SORRY"

I DON'T WANT TO BE VICIOUS...I'VE GONE AGAINST MY WISHES. I'M SORRY I DIED FOR YOU AGAIN. DONT' SAY I DON'T LOVE YOU IF YOU TRULY ARE MY FRIEND. I DO LOVE YOU, BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN A GOOD FRIEND. I TOLD YOU NO MATTER WHAT, I'D BE THERE IN THE END. I STILL WOULD BE IF YOU MET ME THERE. AS FOR THE PRESENT TIME, NOTHING'S REALLY THERE. JUST CONFUSION AND AGONIZING QUESTIONS. AND A THOUSAND MORE THINGS THAT HAVEN'T BEEN MENTIONED. I'M NOT MORE SPECIAL THEN ANYONE. JUST SPECIAL IN A UNIQUE WAY. WHY DO YOU THINK I CARE SO MUCH? YOU SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU DO EVERYDAY. HOPE I DIDN'T RUIN THINGS AGAIN. I NEED TO KNOW THAT YOU CARE. AND WHY. BREAK IT DOWN FOR ME, TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T CRY. TELL ME WHAT I'M WRONG ABOUT. BUT DON'T LIE TO YOURSELF. YOU GOT ME WITH YOUR WORDS AGAIN. NOW LET ME OFF THE SHELF. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE YOU HIT ME WITH SOMETHING. UNFORTUNATELY, THIS TIME I GOT FULL IMPACT, AND IT HURT MY HEAD. YOU'RE NOT ALWAYS BEING HONEST, JUST SMART INSTEAD. IF I SAY SOMETHING STUPID, IT'S REALLY NOTHING. SOMETIMES I TALK WHEN I'M THINKING WHAT TO REALLY SAY. I SHOULD JUST SHUT UP AND LET THE UNKNOWN GO AWAY. IT'S ALWAYS BEEN CONTRADICTING, YOU'VE GOT TO ADMIT. THIS WHOLE THING IS CONSTRICTING, BUT I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT. WHY DO YOU THINK WE'RE ALWAYS CONFUSED? WHY DO YOU THINK IT KEEPS US AMMUSED? I CARE TOO MUCH.

I STILL HURT

HURT SO MUCH

I MISS YOU SO MUCH

I WAS ALOT COOLER UNDER PRESSURE

BEFORE I MADE YOU FEEL TOUCHED

NOW I'M ALWAYS MAKING PEOPLE MAD AT ME

AND I HATE IT

AND THEY HATE ME

DO THEY KNOW HOW SAD THEY MAKE ME?

I GUESS I WANT EVERYBODY THAT I WANT TO LOVE ME, TO LOVE ME. AND LET THE PEOPLE WHO DON'T UNDERSTAND ME BE ALONE. CALL ME SELFISH. I'M A LOVER. I WON'T FIGHT BACK. BUT I MAY CRACK

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