I wonder how many times I'll write, "I'm falling" before I feel it.
I wonder how many times I'll say, "I'm dying" before I actually see it.
I wonder how many tears I'll shed before it cures the sadness.
Every time I bled, did you notice?
You seem to say you care about me, but we all know it is a lie.
I know how you honestly feel inside.
I'm a misfit, an outcast, a mistake, I get that. But having me that was you, realize that.
I just want you to love me, but you don't.
I just want you to understand me, but you won't.
I wonder how many times I'll say, "I love you." before it seems true to you.
I wonder how many times you'll say, "I love you too." before you mean it too.