the revolution of me; though nothing has changed, really

i havent checked
the pages piling in my head
sorting through memories
watching tears as they shed

i should have been prepared
to look back
and regret it
as i did while i was living it

why did i spend so many days fed up?
taking it as if i deserved this
ive seen pictures as they depict happiness
but you know ive always been great at hiding it

maybe then i felt it
on and off
but it was there
my heart and my head never play fair

so does that mean i miss you?
lying, when i told you i was through
nevermind, i doubt it
i was always number two