this is me

I sit here and think about everything that happened this past week and not a single tear runs down my cheek.

Maybe its because I'm too hurt to cry, or maybe I'm just to mad at you.

And even though you lied, and even though you pretended to care I can't seem to get you out of my mind and even though it seems like I should be over you, with every tear that falls, it reminds me of how much I am still in love with you.

Sad isnt it?

How no matter what you do, i'll be here, right here waiting for you.

I'm going to smile like nothings wrong, talk like everythings perfect, act like its just a dream and pretend he's not hurting me.