Ripped Apart At The Seams Of My Dreams...

I took him for granted. I took it all for granted. He said forever; I believed him. Little things circle my mind, now. I should have gone to turnabout with him last year, when he wanted me to. I didn't go to a dance with my own boyfriend. This year he's still begging me, to come to homecoming, but it isn't me as his date. It's just me in the picture. Last year he said he would ask me, this year a week ago he told me he was thinking of asking me. He shouldn't say that if he has no intention of doing so. He's naming all these girls to ask, and the words just kinda of go right through me. I don't know why I try.

Things were good.
The things are gone.
The good is gone.