The more I try to forget about you is the more I end up loving you;
"I thought you were over him" they said
Well I'm not; I guess I lied
And the more I try to convince myself that I don't like you anymore
Is the more I end up drowning my soul in endless amount of cigarettes and blunts
Blinded by my very own pain is the source of one who is utterly naive.
Yes, I tend to stare at you, but even so your eyes don't tell me that you feel the same they don't tell me that the light will guide me home, back to your heart.
Because I know the obvious truth, but even with the honest truth, why can't I forget you?
Forget him not, not because I want to, it is because my head and heart wrestle one another and counter the mind over matter theorum at it's best.
I pray to forget you, but how can a negative and a positive charge repel one another??
The more I try to look the other way is the more the knife of sorrow drives itself deeper and deeper into my chest.
I pray that God hears me and rips out any form of emotion because I want to forget you.
What is the point of loving you knowing you love someone else, everything else??
I know everything, but if God creates us emotionless then we tend to lack knowledge, when science has proven gravity my heart has proven that a one can live without a heart.
Forget him I tell myself, because I know that he has surely forgotten me!!
