Here’s the thing. Here’s the story.
It’s been several months without you.
How can I let myself be hurt like this?
All I can do is cry. Because I don’t want you.
Complicated.
You don’t hurt someone you love.
I saw our pictures and it hurts to see them.
I remember the memories within those pictures but then I remember the day. The day you hurt me. Hurt us.
The sad thing is we work hard for what we love but it wasn’t mutual.
Then how dare you say you miss me.
You caused all this.
How can you tell yourself you miss me.
In a way that offends me.
You never loved me.
You don’t hurt someone you love. You hurt me physically and emotionally.
You cheated on me and hurt me.
And you still want to see me?
Please we already said our goodbyes.
The day I almost died was when I said goodbye to living in a world where I was a victim of your mind.
You won’t conrol me anymore I am going to leave you behind.
I won’t lie and say I don’t miss you.
How sometimes I want to kiss you.
But I remember the day where I almost died.
Where you thought you played your cards right.
But look at you now you’re dead inside.
Telling your friends how you miss me at night.
Sad old tale we have to drag in our lives all because you weren’t acting right.