March 08, 2005
I wanna tell *you, but it doesn't matter does it? *You smile at her, she at *you. And that leaves me out. So yes, I should go and remain there. Far away from *you and *your girl. Yesterday, he said the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in ages. But words are just words. What we have is too special, people would kill for this. Ironically, we save each other's asses. Something *you'll never do for me, and I'll never have the chance to do for *you. And no, I'm not in love with him, neither is he with me. We're just good friends (and a little more).
One last crazy, stupid, sweet (whichever way *you choose to see it) thing I've done for *you. Maybe I'll never have the guts to pass it to *you. Maybe I will risk having it shoved right back in my face. Just maybe
*for once in my life the future is mine, it's calling me. i've been searching so long for an answer, but it's too late now. so I'm takin' my chances
-playing i'll cry for *you - europe
+..all cried out..+ . [10:53 PM