Impossible

The more i start to like u the more I begin to hate u . The more i begin to see how things will never be the same . It no longer matters what we once had because its all in the past . You see because the pitcure is always much prettier than the frame . Only time will tell if i have failed, If i had lost all tht i knew . But the more days that pass the more i begin to become more and more confused . You can never mention your intentions and ur NOT an easy read . And if we aint just friends , just to make a mends , tell me wht you hope to be . Tell me how YOU feel , not just what i wanna hear . Cuz it would be different if i find out it was only said outta fear . Although the truth hurts i'd rather no lies and have straight facts . Because with all theese mixed signals Im startin to be pushed back . Its as if a part of me has been earased , ripped out , but rewritten and retaped . All the pieces of me are there , bt a portion of them will never be the same . The tape is transparent but its easy to see it needs work . And behind the eraser shavings u can see the marks that left me hurt . It makes me just about so ready to just throw in the towel but instead imma chose to ring it out nd let it dry . Even if it seems jst about impossible how will i know if i quit everytime i try .