Something i was thinking of, i think it may actually come out as a poem, thatd be nice:


It kills me a little everytime i lie to you.
It kills me a little inside.

When i say that i can't go with u,
when i lie about my reasons.

When i see your face,
I can't hate you,
but when i think,
It's hard not to.

I lied about why i didn't go with your posse to the dance.
I told you it was because of friends.
When it really,
was because of you.

I didn't want to see your face.
I don't think i could've survived a night like that.

I would have tried avoiding you the entire time.
wishing that you were still mine.

I would have hid my thoughts in someone else.
I would have hid you from view with someone else.

So that's why i didn't go with you.
That's why I went with a bunch of strangers.
That's why.

For that, I'm sorry.