I know I'm right.

Two seperate yet related poems, written in two different stages of love.


She will never walk it through
she will never promise to
she will never love again
guess she'll never have a fan
This will mean me to me
it's a neverending dream.

If she's her, I'll never know
everything she'll ever know.
Talking to herself alone
there's no one else who needs to know.
She could never die again,
she won't lose another friend.

He's finally here, and she's a mess
Guess she'll lie alone just like before
She'd rather starve than eat his bread

I don't need to love again
I won't sigh and mope again
I don't want to love again
I just don't think it's worth it

I don't really love her
I don't think I want her
It's the way her love hurts
It's the way she's mad again

I don't think I'll love again
I won't ever promise her
Ain't gonna take to love again
I don't think I want her

This time no one else for sure
I don't bear to follow her
I won't ever promise you
Sometimes I don't love you
Think I'm tired of loving her
I don't really think I'm sure

They told me to follow you
Teach her that I loved her
I won't ever promise you
I won't even bother to

You gave me my first kiss
I don't think I want it now
You showed me the light
But everything's gone dark now

I don't ever want again
You're all that I had to have
You're all that I wanted
You're all that I had to

I don't think I'll miss her
I don't think I want her