Half past eleven

It's half past eleven

And I'm still thinking about you

About all the good times we had

And all the screwed up ones

It's like I'm repeating my mistakes

Because all I want to do

Is be close to you

But I can't forgive myself,

If I let you fester in my heart anymore

I've let you go

I've let you come back

I've let myself be deceived once again

So tell me

Please tell me

How do you seem to be okay with this

When you've led me to believe I was important

And I was someone you truly cared for

I hate hate hate this feeling