The RestCan't deny, It'll make me cryThe Rest in Scraps More Like This
Just to see you, One last time
Oh the memories, I can't forget
Have already gone
When you smile, When you cry
I die a little inside
For you and for now, I've taken my heart
And you threw it on the ground
The headache I've had, The tears they fall
On the floor, Waiting to be caught
But here and now, I'll wait for that moment
As I cry
I've messed up, Many times before
Shall I count, the bridges I've burned and built
Why does it matter, When you can't see
The part of me, You've broken
I hide behind a fake smile, broken inside
You may hear me laugh, But inside I cry
From the hurt that was my own, I laid it upon myself
Now and forever, that scar will join the others
It's not your fault, not at all
I did this to myself, Because I knew I would fall
I fell towards you, But you didn't catch me
For some reason I knew I would fall back on the ground
I've been given all the warnings signs, I drove right past
Thinking that it wouldn't happen, Then I drove off the path
The first attemptSitting in the little shop of Peu de Café de Paris, Jean stared at a weather beaten flyer. Cheerful laughter came from outside the window. Jean pressed his face against the window and drooled like the pedophile he is. Some of the children backed away from the window. Behind him, footsteps approached. He leaned back on his chair and gave a dirty look to the waitress standing right by him.The first attempt in Scraps More Like This
"Are you finished with you coffee, Monsieur?" she asked unpleasantly.
Jean picked up the diminutive coffee cup and drank what was left in it. Forcefully, he slammed it back onto the table with several Euros' right by it, making a scene. Getting up, he angrily grabbed the flyer from the table and turned to the waitress.
"The coffee sucked anyway." Jean said disgusted by her how she asked.
Departing the coffee shop, Jean noticed a group of people cluttering around a flyer for the circus. He glared at his hand and grasped the piece of paper tightly in anguish. Seven in a half years wasted tryi
PrideI want to.Pride in Scraps More Like This
But I can't.
I want it to all go right.
But then it turned out wrong.
You can't understand how difficult it makes me feel to even feel this.
When it doesn't even matter to you.
Are you heartless?
Or are you trying to protect yourself?
I do come on quite a bit.
But doesn't that make you feel anything? Even a little?
Your pride might be one thing.
But i'm a person too, and even though you think I can handle it,
you break me even more.
Pushing me to the side isn't going to work for long.
I bet you wouldn't even care if I cried because of it.
I don't blame you for hating me.
In fact I don't blame you for not wanting to be my friend.
Maybe just disappearing wouldn't be so bad.
but how I come across it, you would be glad I let you go.
Even if it kills, hurts, or tares me apart,
you'll push me away.
and do whatever it takes to have me away.