Crazy Thing Called Love.

Why can’t everyday be a holiday?
So I wont have to go to school
And see his fucking face.
Because that’s what makes it harder. . .

I try to keep forgetting,
But it never seems I can do that.
The only thing I can do, is remember.
The only thing I don’t want to do.

Remember the things he said.
The things he did.
The way he made me feel.
How he USED to make everything better.

I thought we had something special.
Something we couldn’t let go.
Something we couldn’t just forget and never touch again.

Maybe im just crazy, but I thought I loved him.
Or maybe… Just maybe…
I don’t know what the crazy thing called love is.