I ain't suppose to tell you I still love you
I ain't suppose to tell you I still think about you
I ain't suppose to tell you I'm still hurting
I ain't suppose to tell you I'm still lurking
I ain't suppose to tell you how I feel
Because you didn't tell me a word
You left me clueless
You left me to figure it all out on my own
You left me to show someone else what I wanted?
How stupid
So why should I tell you how I'm feeling
Question is why am I still hurting after describing the lamest person ever
You tore me into pieces that I don't think can ever be put back together
