im not sure anymore if anything i doo   ever seems to concern you now ...anyhow   im so fed up, the confuzion you put me threw   im so glad were threw, finished, finitio,   finally seeing through all this mess    you didnt want me to figure, the things you never tried to confess   still i stood with my hands behind my back   i couldnt help standing against that wall    feeling you with that nife in my back,   i didnt try to move, id let you peirce through   still i guess i just couldnt forget it when the only thing i said   the only thing id ask is to have you back    my thoughts have lead me to regret   the days i wasted and the time i spent    listening to youre excuses i should have    never stood for your abuses   why did you enjoy making me feel this way   did i deserve to be treated this way   ive tried so hard to get over these things   ive tried so hard to forget   but sometimes somethings arent worth forgeting\   something arent worth regretting   sometimes, somethings dont seem to be so much    they dont seem to be so hard   sometimes i find my self sitting and i wonder   how a person like you could ever make me feel the way i do