Somebody teach me how to cope with these feelings so i won't sit around and hope. Maybe we could've seen eye to eye,but there was no we.it was you and I. Shoulda,coulda,woulda started something beautifully right. Didn't realize it til' I found myself blinded by sight. Mixed up like cherries and peaches in a plastic bowl. Coulda mixed our feelings together like water and oil,be different yet still whole. I was afraid of being too attatched to you like a lock on the refrigerator. Might not have started right,but it was our fault for not popping the hood and not checking the radiator. Now the heats turned up and well,**** feels rough! Oh well though life isn't always good it's filled with misery and strife. Guess you didn't know how to deal either. That's why you cut me like a string out of your life.