a wide open door, but i wish you'd stay.

for days we talked about it/

and i thought we were going to run off into the summer/

but you left without saying goodbye.

it's ironic how in the build up to the exams, i kept telling you things would be fine and that summer would be great, and that if you did a little more, held on, pressed on that tad bit more it would all be worth it. guess its funny how it didn't quite turned out like how i planned. now my summer just stinks, because the one thing (and possibly the only thing) i was looking forward all sem to doing just isn't there anymore.

it's that little bit in me that stings;
that wishes things were different;
that wishes i would be falling asleep to a smile