Dont wanna be my friend no more, i wanna be somebody else.

"What i am going to do to you Shaelee?"

You don't know how much that hurts
You don't know what i go through every day
But i'm sorry okay?
I'm sorry i'm not your perfect child
I'm sorry I don't get perfect grades
And that i'm not a perfect student
I'm sorry that i don't do everything or anything perfect
But most of all...
I'm sorry i'm not perfect
And since i'm not i might as well not try to be
Because nothing i ever do will be perfect enough for you.

December.22/07

dont let me get me, i'm a hazzard to myself.

i don't know what to think, i'm lost whenever i'm with you.
those mixed signals, i don't know how long i can take it.
you make me think you want me,
you bury your face in my shoulder.
you write about deja vu, about her.
is that all i am?
a deja vu of your perfect time with her.
a re-run of your favourite TV show?
good, but never as good as the first time 'round.
maybe its a good thing the sun has faded,
you can't tell if its a tear running down my nose,
or just your imagination.
and i can't see the pained look on your face,
remembering all the better times you had with her.