I keep having dreams we're still friends, we say our I'm sorrys, and you're both still in my life, and I have you to hold onto.
And when I wake up, I expect the phone to ring off the hook like it used to, and the six hour long talks about silly childish things.
These dreams fill me with a contentment eclipsed rage, because I'm not the one who did anything wrong.
There's one problem with these dreams, I still, and most likely always will, hate you.
Stay out of my head......and my heart.
And when I wake up, I expect the phone to ring off the hook like it used to, and the six hour long talks about silly childish things.
These dreams fill me with a contentment eclipsed rage, because I'm not the one who did anything wrong.
There's one problem with these dreams, I still, and most likely always will, hate you.
Stay out of my head......and my heart.
