Made Of Scars.

Today it struck me. I feel like in a certain relationship with a certain person I've tried to do all I can to accomodate them; I've tried to do all I can in my power to let them know that no matter what has happened, it hasn't changed anything.
How wrong I am.

I guess now that I know, she might feel a bit intimidated because I'm the one who 'got' what she wanted. I really cannot do anything more; I've tried to talk to her, I tried seeing her today, but it all has changed. I guess I'll just welcome the change and see how the world is. So, sometimes we lose. In this case, I know I haven't intentionally done anything wrong. I don't think I even have done anything wrong, but she might think I have. However, I'm not going to do anything to try and fix it. I forgave her, and I tried to be her friend. In the end, I guess this is where we were meant to be. I know she's heartbroken, or hurting, or whatever, but I never actually did do anything wrong. And if she chooses to act this way, I too will act this way.

You had me crying for you honey and it never would've gone away;

You used to shine so bright but I watched all of it fade.

Moreee laterrrr;