Why am I no longer mad at you. Why am I longing for your presence again. Why am I thinking about you constantly again. I should hate you.
I hated you a week ago. Why do you have this pull over me. Why do I let myself be carried by your song.
Everything is almost as it was a year ago. This time we have history. I guess it’s true, history repeats itself.
Why is it this time. Why is it repeating. Are we just pulling on each others toes, or is it because there’s something else.
Are you meant to be in my life? Am I meant to be in yours? Or are we just going to continue fucking with each other until one of us caves.