Im sorry

The feelings, the waves, the pulses of shock when your away. I don't know what I did to you, to make you feel this way. What do you want me to say to have you come nack to our old ways. Why will you not talk to me? Even though it's just to say what I did to make you hurt this way. The stares you give me in the hallway do not compare to what you tell other people. If your trying to punish me for what I did, I have to admit I think it's working. Just please tell me what I did to make you feel this way. Im sorry.