UNDECIDED
The more I want to leave, even more I want to stay. With memories of blown fuse, I find those of cheer I want to keep. Though I couldn't stand some of your quirks, I miss them with a smile. Though I said I didn't care, that was a terrible lie, When I said go to hell, I meant please don't go. I know I said you were a thorn, I realized you had a rose. Thoughts of getting even always seemed sweet, even more sour it's taste afterwards. Even though you are gone, I'm waiting, hoping you return. ...