Imiss you. I miss the way things used to be before you changed. Or maybe I am the one who has changed, expectations wise I mean. I was naive and only wanted to be wanted. I put up with being walked all over but I have made friends who have shown me how I deserve to be treated, and its not the way you treat me.
When someone else comes along you give them all of your attention
as if I am some kind of embarrassment. You tell all your friends,
who are mostly girls anyways that you love them. Do you not care that it hurts me so much,
do you not realise that now when you say it to me it means nothing? You have broken
my heart so many times and I have and I always will come running back to you.