Did you forget?

Did you forget that I was even alive
Did you forget everything we ever had
Did you forget, did you forget, about me

Did you regret ever standing by my side
Did you forget what we were feeling inside
Now I'm left to forget about us

Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

So now I guess this is where we have to stand
Did you regret ever holding my hand
Never again, please don't forget, don't forget

We had it all, and we were just about to fall
Even more in love than we were before
I won't forget, no I won't forget about us

And at last, all the pictures have been burned
And the past is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget, please don't forget us

Somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you can't sing along
Because you've forgotten about us.

Sometimes, people walk into the hurt they feel. But sometimes, the only reason they deserve hurt at all is that they gave too much, or they tried too hard. There are times in life when I find myself having to remember that, in the end, when I point a finger at someone, how many fingers are pointing back at me? I try to be slow to place blame. I try to resist temptations of judgment. But - shocker! - sometimes I fail. I'm human, sue me. I am not perfect, nor have I ever claimed to be.

So here's what it comes down to - I've had to fake so much of myself over the last two years of my life. I didn't gauge my ears. I didn't wear my skate shoes with skinnies. I didn't pierce my lip or eyebrow, or get my tattoo. I gave up things I wanted for things I thought I wanted more.

But in the end, you should never have to be something you're not to be someone's perfect. The one you're meant to be with won't ever ask you to change, not the things that make you who you are. There's compromise, sure, but then there's changing your values. I took my purity ring off for a year, and that wasn't okay. It was something I stood for, I shouldn't have had to give that up for a guy. I shouldn't have had to fake it, every single time, and pretend I was still confident with who I was. I wasn't. I'm not. But I will be, because I'm someone's first choice!

In the end, readers, you've gotta do things that mean something to you - you've really got to get behind your actions. If you're not into what you're doing, if you don't feel it, you're not living. And I'm done not living - I want to fly!

Goodnight all, I had a great day watching Tim Burton films, cooking bacon, and eating brownies with Ariele - http://nerdwords-r-us.blogspot.com/ - and I am DEFINITELY tired. Stalk me on Facebook though, and I'll probably respond.

Also, thanks for bothering to read this. I've always said, if you ever want to know how I'm feeling, read my blog. It's not private, it's not secret, it's open and honest and real. I'm not going to hide anything from you guys, so feel free to read and comment at your will :)

xme