You told me once that guys love the chase. They want what they can’t have. You know what’s sad? You could have had me in a heartbeat. Actually, fuck that. You had me. You had me and you made me feel worthless. I can’t tell you how many nights I went to bed wishing you loved me and now I’ve finally moved on. I picked myself up and deleted the pictures and stopped trying to get you to care. Babe you predicted your own future because now you’re trying so hard to get my attention. But now I’m the one who doesn’t care.
