irl, you don't love me.
irl, you don't do the things you say you'd do. and i know you can't, so does that make me selfish for still wanting you?
irl, i can't have you.
irl, i can't be with you, no matter how hard i try, no matter how hard i want to tell you how much i need you.
irl, you don't need me.
irl, you never did. you were fine without me before, and you'll be fine without me after. all that's left in my tragic story is for me to leave.
irl you keep feeding me lies and i keep giving in and is this all we're ever going to be?
why won't you look at me when i want you to. why do you look at me when i don't want you to.
why did you have to work your way into my life irl. why couldn't you just leave me alone. why didn't you listen to me when i said one of us would end up hurt.
