||[Feb. 21st, 2004|07:14 pm]
It was thought up in anger.|
It was read in anger.
And you hate me for it. I hate me for it.
I'm not making up excuses about why.
Because they'd be lies.
And I am not a liar.
I wish I didn't. Every second, I wish that I didn't.
Oh, if I could take it back. Erase it.
But I can't do that, because it's too late.
I'm stupid for hurting you.
Such an idiot, for making you hurt.
And when you hurt, I hurt.
It's killing me.