why the hell are things going this way?
its as if I dont' even know what to say
when I call him up, things seem to be very discreet
there's nothing there; and yet I crumble abject to my feet
when I think about him and what it was we already had
but those words go two ways, both good and bad
here i am, wonderin where we stand exactly
and over here I'm doin backflips, goin crazy practically
what was he thinking when he stayed in touch with me?
was it just about his grades, or a way to reconcile?
and once he recieved the result he foresaw
i was left standing on the wayside, with much to be desired
strangers to one another, dont' even stop to say hi
we're just so far away from that time; a permanent goodbye
well fuck you! and fuck your life
i can't stand for anymore of this shit
if you stay steeped in misery and strife
I dont' give a fuck about it
far away, tucked away deep in the membranes of my mind
so I can stop torturing myself with this dilemma of the kind
of guy I want to be with, who is right for me
maybe without both is just the way to be...