You tell me she's leaving you on open.
Giving you short responses; I chuckle slightly.
Because I know that I would've never done that to you.
I would've cherished you for better or worse.
But you had your chance.
Your chance is gone just like the feelings I once had for you.
I'm my person now.
I will no longer need the attention that I thought I needed,
But if I ever give you another chance it is because you would have earned it.
Which I doubt will ever happen.
