Same Old Same Old
Tear stained paper,Holds all the feelings and secrets
Tonight’s no different,
Same pain, different night.
I just want him to hold me,
But that’s never going to happen.
I just want this to disappear,
But that won’t happen.
I just wish this never happened,
I never talked to him.
What would my life be like?
Better? Worse?
I shouldn’t wish that I never talked to him,
He makes me happy, feel good.
But also pain, and feeling alone,
It’s not really his fault.
It’s mine, maybe his but,
Mostly mine.
He had to be so wonderful, so caring, gorgeous, charming, lovely, nice, funny,
He had to be perfect.
“Blow the candles out, looks like a solo tonight,”
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