Sometimes we tell ourselves.... maybe someday the pain will finally go away. And you could go back to who you were before. Before the heartaches and the broken tears. A broken heart. Before you knew what love really was. Cause then, you wouldn't be at this stage. Not admitting that you miss someone when you really do cause you know, he's the wrong one. You can't help yourself but to think of him all day long. You act like it's okay, like everything's alright but truthfully, deep down that broken heart, you miss someone. No matter how many times I say I don't care, I still do. Sometimes I feel like the more we tell ourselves that we don't miss them, the more we realize, how much we miss them. Can't say I want you cause I don't. Can't say I don't miss you cause I do. I'm actually so sick of giving people fake smiles but I can't help it. I can never go back to the happy me. No matter what I do, I know, things will never go the way I want. Not good enough. Just wish for you to notice cause I miss talking to you that much.I'm sorry. I can't help myself.