The Old Stuff

Why am I thinking so much?

Everything running through my head

Running like a marathon.

I want to cry�

I'm happy, but I'm angry.

I've got everything a girl could want�

But I'm empty.

I keep going back to the past.

I keep thinking of how I used to be.

I wonder why I thought the way I did

Or why I don't anymore.

I'm so angry.

I want to yell at every little thing.

I won't let anyone touch what used to be mine

Without wanting to scream.

But I have something better now.

Why do I hurt, when I love and am loved?

My mind is going crazy

So are my emotions

I don't know how to feel anymore.

Maybe I'll just let sleep decide.

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