I'm listening to the music she likes.
That's what I've been doing a lot of nowadays - listening and thinking of what happened.
When she left for good I cried, harder than I ever have, asking,
Why? Why did I have to sit on the ground
and sob and heave for an eternity?
Why didn't I just act like a man
both then and before when it actually counted?
Now I can't even keep in touch with her because
she's distancing herself.
After all the emotional pain I put myself through,
that's just too much.
Every time I'm reminded of that fact, or of her,
it's Mike Tyson throwing a left hook in my gut.
Hell, all I'm left of her is the music she likes.
I think that's how we became friends at first anyways.
She liked something I liked and now I'm listening only to what she lkes.
Maybe I'm just being clingy.
Or maybe she's blocking me from her life.
I guess I just have to deal with it either way.