it's ok

when I look into your eyes I get butterflies but then I remember the hate and resentment I feel towards you for all the promise's you've broken the time you've hurt me and yet every time I look into your eyes I still get butterflies. sometime's I wonder what's the point what's the point in living what's the point in getting up what's the point of having to see you if I know that all your going to do is run back to that other guy why did I believe all of your false promises maybe because I didn't want to forget the look in your eyes.