So the story goes...

2 months of bliss
2 months of happiness
What more could I have asked for

I'm a blur
I can't for the life of me
decide what I really want

Paint fades
Jeans wear out
Buildings collapse
feelings fade

I hate myself
but i guess certain lessons in life
you learn the hard way

I thought it would be easy
but why doesn't it feel right?

Remember what I said?
That it wouldn't be easy adjusting
to live life as it was before
If we end up never talking to each other again...

I guess I knew you would want nothing to do with me
as cliche as it sounds....
"it's not you.."
"it's me."

And I stared at the door
as it slams shut in my face...