maybe i'm just a little angry
when all i hear is the echo of
the click-click of my high-heels
on the wet cement
of this deserted neighborhood
knowing that i was stood up
and maybe i'm just angry
when i listen to the rain
and wonder what you'd ever
go through just to get to me
and if you'd regret it or
find it not worth anything
maybe i'm frustrated when
i said things that i didn't mean
and you said things that hurt me
and we were both misunderstood
and maybe i'm just lost
in this tired, confusing place
and the thought of being without 
you is driving me to the brink
of mere insanity where you sit
emotionless and watch me hold on
and maybe when you touch me
it won't hurt the way i thought
it would, and maybe when you're
here we won't ever have to look
back on what these people said
and won't watch them point the fingers
but, for now, i'm just a little bit
angry