Get a Grip

Get a grip I'm telling myself today. Today I told a "me and you" story and I missed you all over again. I don't understand what the flip I am doing up in my mind, that after all this time, and all the circumstances I will still think back with fondness to our time together. You hurt me, and I should hate you for it. But I don't. And I hate myself even more for not hating you. The truth is you know how to make a girl fall for you, and keep her heart out there, I just wish you had let me go, stopped my heart from hanging on. Or that God would do it, release me from this prison. I wish someone would cause this bites.