Think me selfish, think me ignorant, call me desperate...
I want things back. I want it to go back to the way it was. I'm sick of looking for an answer, an excuse to let it go. Goodbyes are way tougher than I thought.
I guess it's best easier to say we both met each other at bad times in our lives.
Here's to not caring...
At least back then I thought I was happy.