I lay here,
staring at the times you've called,
I want to pick up, but know that I shouldn't
the things you've done, and have said,
ring in my head,
I'm not worth your time,
yet, why do I feel like crying every time I hear myself think this?
why can't I accept this as fact?
people tell me I'm just hurting myself,
that I should just get out of this state of mind
but that's easier said than done.
I'll scoff every time you say you love me,
but I'll be smiling on the inside, knowing that I'm wanted,
but every time we hang up,
I'll start thinking again,
"he hates me, he hates me, I'm not worth his time"
My thoughts are killing me,
you're killing me,
cant I just...
end it already?