The Complicated Life Of A Rose

We've all made mistakes, that I can attest to. And the guilt is eating me alive. I know I can't take back what I did, but if i could, you know I would. I hate the way we are now, polite and just too distant. I wish you wouldn't be so proud, I wish that you'd come down. I want to be able to right this, but with you I just don't know how. You hide the pain, and you disguise the pain; that's just the way you play the game. To anyone else, we're the same as we were before, happy and content. But from my point of view, I know it's not true. I've known you too long, I know you too well, i can tell when you want to scream. But in case you never trust me again, as you before have implied, you should know that you were never betrayed. What I said was true at the time, now it's just empty words. I thought that we had buried the hatchet, but you managed to dig it up again. I want you to know I had tears in my eyes when I learned what you think of me know.
I realize that we can never go back to the way we were before, and that thought is painful just to think about. We could go back to the way we were, if you let us. But girl, you're way too proud, you always want the upper hand, and I'll never have that in this situation. I guess the moral of this story is what goes around, comes around, and it's true in both cases. I forgive people very easily, obviously much easier than you. You prefer to pull yourself away from everyone closest to you, and girl, that's just gonna cause pain for you in the long run. Be at peace, don't let anger weigh you down. Because when anger's your favorite emotion, there's obviously a problem. When all you see are problems and flaws, you're never going to be able to enjoy the big picture, and you're going to regret that in the end.