Sometimes I think it is bullshit for me to ever think that I ever meant something to you.
That I was ever anything more than another conquest.
It's been 50 days.
Not one word. Not even a hello. Not even a mention.
I've spent too long thinking about you.
For whatever reason I can't get you out of my head.
I want you out of my head.
I painted you up to be someone perfect for me.
In the end you just ended up hurting me like all the rest.
Every person I meet I compare to you.
Sometimes life is just not fair.
I wish you could love me.