So... wrote this when I was dead asleep so it might not be to great. :D

Oh well, I'm putting it up anyway.

Summary:

Slowly, but surely, I'll get over yout. All I have to wait for is stronger glue. (songfic, oneshot)

Stronger Glue

I really didn’t think that it would end this way. I thought that we might have had a talk or something. I guess after two years things like talking don’t really mean anything anymore. Two years of my high school life I gave to you. Half of the time you didn’t even pay attention to me. I would talk to you, and you would pretend to listen. I would kiss you, and you would pretend to care.

If you were the one who didn’t care, then why was I the one that heard your voice? That hardly seems fair.

Left alone, your voice once gave me the comfort to continue.

I guess ending things is a good thing. It was time for me to move on after all. But I think words might have been a little less painful then actions.

It’s not like I’m an idiot. I might have been head over heels for you but I still had eyes and ears. I had an idea of what was going on. Ignoring the rumors, I trusted my heart to lead me in the right direction.

Maybe it has, and I’m just can’t tell the good from the bad yet.

2,000 miles, I'm hopeless and broken
You're gutless and hopin' to run into hope
And this isn't getting any easier

I knew I wasn’t the first, and I wasn’t naïve enough to believe that I would be the last. What I did believe, though, was that I might be someone special, someone out of your norm, and more than just a face in a sea of teens.

Who knew that I was just a burden to you? A girl you had to make sacrifices to boost yourself, a trophy girlfriend more than a companion. When you told me that, I was sure my heart had shattered. That was all I was to you? Is that what you’ve told all your friends?

I guess that’s my cue to pick up the pieces of my heart and go.

They won't understand it
What you've hidden from them,
And this isn't getting any easier.

It was a typical teen cliché. I caught you cheating on me, and you groveled at my feet, but when I didn’t say I would take you back, you stood right back up and told me honestly how you felt. Its better that way I guess. I guess I’d rather know what a complete jerk you were.

But I don’t know if I believed all of your speech. Sure, some parts seemed to rehearsed to be fake, but when you said you seriously didn’t want it to end this way, that you had wanted to tell me yourself?

I must say, you are one complex person.

So is this what you wanted?
Too bad, it's what you got.

It was almost funny when you thought I was going to leave. Leave? Without getting the last word in?

And to think, two years, and you haven’t even picked that up about me? That’s pathetic.

The words that seemed to pour out of my mouth was the truth, I guess. Now when I think about them, they make sense. I knew our relationship wasn’t at all a good one from the beginning. I guess I was just too stubborn to admit it.

So should this be my farewell?
Come on, you know me to well.

I wonder if you thought I was going to come back the next day, apologizing to you for all the horrible things I said, begging for you to take me back, to give me a second chance.

For all you’ve done to me? Not on your life.

Once again, your lies still give me the heartache to continue.

A heart is an amazing eraser. One day you cry, then the next day you feel the twinge, then, eventually, you chuckle under your breath, a hint of a tear in your eye.

1,000 miles, you're getting closer
It's been so long I can hardly remember
This is getting so much easier

They still don’t see through your façade. It’s pretty depressing how even through all that, some people don’t have enough smarts to see what’s right in front of their faces.

I don’t think I really care anymore. The only thing I feel for them now is pity.

But when I see your face, I feel the twinge.

When I dream of your smile, I wake up frowning.

When I hear your name, I feel the awful choking feeling on my heart.

At least now I don’t cry. I don’t wake up hearing your name, or pretend that I’m falling asleep in your arms.

At least I’ve attempted to glue my heart back together.

One of these days, I know, there’s going to be someone with stronger glue for me.

And it’s not going to be you.

They won't understand it,
What you've hidden from
And this is getting so much easier

Ya wall, haha, that's about it. Please review, thanks so much!

-Brie