Isnt it funny...
How you tell me I matter.
How you tell your friends I dont.
How you kiss me and whisper you love me.
How you do the same to her.
How you dont talk to me for days.
How I cry on the floor next to the phone.
How you tell me you love me.
How I believe you.
How you break my heart.
How I think its ok.
How you tell me I will never find anyone better than you.
How part of me believes your right.
How you tell me I am damaged goods.
How I know that I am.
Isnt it funny that I hate everything about you.
How you used to tell me we were getting married.
How I thought it was forever.
How Ignorance truely is bliss.
because sometimes knowing he would come home to you after seeing her...hurts worse than knowing nothing at all.
How I cant stand to see your face.
How I cant stand the idea I wont see it every night before I go to sleep.
How your lips disgust me.
How I miss the way they felt against mine.
Isnt it funny how deep down I still think I could forgive you.
When will I finally realize that someday someone really will love me...and only me.
Secretly...I dont think that I will ever love myself, so how will I ever find someone who loves me enough to not break my heart?
Secretly...You were the only man I ever trusted enough, I told you my secrets, now im not good enough....damaged goods in your eyes and always in mine.