All this time how could you not know?
Your love is a heartbreaker.
Why you gotta, why you wanna, make me keep wanting you?
All those fairytails are full of shit.
And breakaway.
I could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold.
I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough.
I don’t understand what happened between you and me, but you will probably end up with someone half as good as me.
You can’t see me wanting you the way you want her.
This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.