I've made mistakes.
I've hurt myself over you.
You wanted to be friends, I wanted to be more.
Now I wish I could be your friend.

I have it all in a glass jar.
My whole past.
Laughter, tears, joys, fears.
I have moved on.
My past is bottled, but will always be with me.

How is it that you're so right for me, yet i'm so wrong for you?

He never could've given me this feeling you've blessed me with.

I don't want to be a part of this.
Fear, trouble, unacceptance.
You're what brings me to it.
But for some reason, a part of me wants desparetly to be a part of you.
And that is my deepest fear.

That smile I get everyday.. that's after I see you.
That jumpy excited feeling I feel everyday.. that's after I see you.
How do you feel when you see me walk by?