And after all that's said and done...
I'm still not sure of how I felt,
or how I feel now.
I'm still not sure if it's you I miss,
or just the thought of you.
I'm still not sure what's going on in your head,
or in mine for that matter.
I laugh at your idioticy,
'cause I know you can't help it.
I worry about your stupidity.
'cause sometimes you don't think first.
I tire from your two tonal personailty,
'cause it makes it twice as hard to understand you.
But guess what?
I should just stop making little things a problem.
'Cause at the end of the day,
I should focus on getting you the fuck out of my head.
















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