Oh,you can hear me cry. See my dreams all die. From where you're standing. On your own.It's so quiet here. And I feel so cold. This house no longer. Feels like home.. Oh,when you told me you'd leave. I felt like I couldn't breath. My aching bodyfell to the floor. Then I called you at home. You said that you weren't alone. I should've known better. Now it hurts much more. You caused my heart to bleed and You still owe me a reason. I can't figure out why... Why I'm alone and freezing. While you're in the bed that she's in. I'm just left alone to cry. Oh,you can hear me cry. See my dreams all die. From where you're standing. On your own. It's so quiet here. And I feel so coldThis house no longerFeels lïke home.
It's difficult, isn't it? To figure out what you really want. Cause suddenly you're sitting here, as an eighteen year old who doesn't got one single fucking clue about what she wants with her life. I've promised that the next time I see you I will know what I've figured out about us and tbh I think I know what I want. I just don't know how to tell you. Because how do you tell your ex-boyfriend that you want to go back to the days where you never even knew you had feelings for him? Where you could write about anything but there was never anything else involved, than you liked each others company and personalities. But at the some time, being together then was awkward, I like it know how I can be a little kid around him and he accepts it, because he knows that's how I am. What I am. Somewhere in all of this I want my best friend. Even though I want all of this, all of these things I know I can have, if I just tell you. There will probably be a part of me that wants more, cause loosing your first love never gets easy. You just get used to it, like you get used to living without a father. I want us to be honest, about everything, even though it's gonna hurt I want you to tell me about the girl(s) in your life, cause I would rather know the things from you, than from some rumor. Well, here I was thinking this would be a short thing, but no. Once again my feelings took over. But know I promise myself and everyone else reading this, that the next time he asks for my decision I'll tell him. It's not fair to either of us not knowing.
