I will break your heart.
No more “I’m sorry.” I have no doubt in my mind that if one of your friends had called you up crying with the reason that I had, you wouldn’t have let anything stop you from being there for them. I see your true colors now and I realize that you’re never gonna love me with all the ability that you have to love. I hope someday you feel the same love and hurt that you give me. I hope a beautiful girl drags your heart around and I hope to God you think of me and finally regret not being the man you could have.
I don’t think you understand how much it hurts to watch you do the things you do. I don’t understand because in my head, you’re the only one I see, and I don’t understand why the same thing doesn’t happen to you. You tell me I’m beautiful and sexy, but how can I believe that you really think so when you’re all about these other girls? I don’t get it. I’m fed up. It hurts and I don’t know how you can’t see that.
Every second of the past few days has been me thinking about why I’m with you. You can’t even give me one night to be the star of the show, for once, the only girl you see. I’m sick of hurting because I can’t be enough for you.
