Hate the Thought of You..

I don't like being alone, because when I'm alone I start to think, and when I start to think, I think of you. And I hate it.

I hate the thought of you. 

I hate knowing that as I lay here, yet another sleepless night because I can't seem to get you off my mind..

and knowing that you're probably asleep, probably happy, and probably not thinking about me.. 

It kills me, and you don't even seem to care. 

It was a Sunday night, when you came and broke my heart. You said "we can still be friends" and my whole world fell apart.

You promised we would still be friends, and it would all be okay. You promised we would still do things every day, and so I waited.. 

and waited..

but you never seemed to call. And now I just lay here, staring at the wall. 

I know I should move on, and that you're not worth the wait. But for some reason my heart wont let you go. And I still have hope that you'll wake up and realize your mistake.

But I'm wrong..

I still sit in my room, and just when I finally feel like I've gotten over you, the song came over the radio and I knew it was too good to be true. 

Every song reminds me of you, and I can almost hear your voice singing the tune..

I wonder if you think about me, about us..

and if you stare up at your ceiling and have the same sleepless nights too.

You are my late night thoughts, and my morning and afternoon..

Oh how I wish..
I wish I could forget the thought of you.