I'll be the reason you leave this city....
I don't know how to explain what's going on inside my head right now. I'm not necisarrily angry as much as I feel decieved. Like it's all be one big lie. And that hurt's more than I could ever imagine. I don't know why I let this shit get to me. It's not my life to dictate. It's a good thing I still have feelings for you or else I'd be able to let this pass by without a blink and then I would be able to sleep at night. Then I would be able to have a normal day where it/you aren't on my my mind the whole time. I'd be able to not relate you to every fucking love song I hear. I hope he breaks your fucking heart to peices so maybe you can have an inkling of what i feel everyday and i hope you cry yourself to sleep every night and I hope when he does, you think of me.