POS

you have the face of someone i partied with a week and then never saw again
you left a little token for memory in my bedroom
something i'll tac on my wall and smile when i see it, because it reminds me of how rediculous that week of summer was
i have few regrets, some of which i try to decide to who i should confide in (cus its not real until someone else knows, and can keep bringing it up)
ill listen to your belief of how the world revolves around you
ill agree and shake my head up and down, because i don't believe in much, and i like to make you feel good about yourself
im trying to decide who to confide in tommorow, cus i feel like none of it ever happened
but i have this pit in my stomach thats telling me otherwise
i want the emptyness to fill with sympathy, sympathetic sorrow
you care enough to take everything ive given to you and happily walk away
you have the facial expressions of someone i fell for after i got the slight amount of attention that i needed to feel good about myself.
your were a piece of shit,
and the last night i saw you i was a jerk
and now im the piece of shit becuase i stood up for myself