Why the fuck did you let me fall in love with you then hurt me like that?
Why the fuck do I miss you so bad?
Why the fuck do I want every text message to be from you when I know It wouldn't?
Why the fuck would you leave me with all this love with nowhere to go and all these plans left empty?
Why the fuck do I still think of you?
It's nights like these, when I'm sitting alone, that you are on my mind. You can't escape, and I'm just here sitting trying to stop thinking of the fucked up things we've said.
