Maybe I'm Just Lonely

Maybe I'm exaggerating. Maybe this break up isn't as bad as I'm making it seem. At least, not for you anyway. You seem to be doing better than me, from what I've seen. But what do I know, right? I'm too afraid to talk to you anymore. I'm afraid I'll slip up and ruin your life again. I've done it before, I wouldn't put it passed me that I wouldn't do it again accidentally.

Maybe I'm bring over dramatic. The break up was my idea, I admit. It always is. I just get so overwhelmed, you know? You frustrate me to the point where I begin to wish I ignored you the first time we met. I wished I'd never said yes to you, kissed you, and everything that brought us together.

Maybe I'm just lonely. With or without you, I always feel completely alone. It would seem unlikely, since I do have friends to talk to and spend time with. And I have my family. But everyday I go to sleep and wake up all alone.