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just so you know, you fucked better when you loved me. Everything is better with love, I know this is a foreign topic to you. Oh, but baby, baby, one day you'll see. I promise you that, and so much more.I break my own god damn heart. Once again I'll prove MYSELF right.Him:What happened to the girl I used to know?
Me:She ran away with the guy I fell in love with.
Each and every day I tell myself I'm done, done for good. Why I keep coming back, baffles me. I deserve better, it's not a matter of knowing that, I know I do. Trust me.I guess I really do LOVE you.I feel bad for wishing you the worst right now, but that's what I want. I want you to wake up tomorrow and feel empty. Feel cold. Feel dead. I want you to reep what you sow. I hope that all those hoes are worth it. Cuz I obviously wasn't. Obviously a year and four months doesn't mean jack to you. Sixteen months. Sixty-eight weeks. Four-hundred and eighty five days. Guess it didn't.
I'll be ok. I'll be better than okay. I'm worth the stars and so much more, I'm worth all those I love's you's that at one point did have a meaning. All those promises. Our secret "swear." You'll see.
And when you do see, I promise you, it'll be too late.
Just so you know, you used to lie better.
Me:She ran away with the guy I fell in love with.
Each and every day I tell myself I'm done, done for good. Why I keep coming back, baffles me. I deserve better, it's not a matter of knowing that, I know I do. Trust me.I guess I really do LOVE you.I feel bad for wishing you the worst right now, but that's what I want. I want you to wake up tomorrow and feel empty. Feel cold. Feel dead. I want you to reep what you sow. I hope that all those hoes are worth it. Cuz I obviously wasn't. Obviously a year and four months doesn't mean jack to you. Sixteen months. Sixty-eight weeks. Four-hundred and eighty five days. Guess it didn't.
I'll be ok. I'll be better than okay. I'm worth the stars and so much more, I'm worth all those I love's you's that at one point did have a meaning. All those promises. Our secret "swear." You'll see.
And when you do see, I promise you, it'll be too late.
Just so you know, you used to lie better.