Does it kill you that we don't speak?
kills me we fight every other week,
a kiss on the cheek, that last sex,
says goodbye i want what's next,
i'm Good Luck Chuck, girls always find,
another man after our time,
pains me but somehow,
we ended as a tragedy now,
you blamed me for talking, it annoyed me,
you do you best to avoid me,
if you were school, you suspend me,
click on Facebook and quickly defriend me,
for something i didn't even do,
talking about you is far from true,
cause i never speak up about a deep hurt,
why would i wear pain as strong as you on my shirt?