I still think about you, but I've gotten really good at controlling my feelings.

You still keep me up at night and when I finally fall sleep, you reign over my dreams. I guess I'll take what I can get.

In the meantime, I'll wallow in my own confusion. However, this time it isn't so much about you. I'll still smirk to myself thinking about you, but I can't allow myself to die at my own hand anymore. Maybe later, eh?