i hate seeing you with her. once you got with her it's like i didn't even exist? was i really not that important to you? even after everything you put me through i still want you. i don't really know why i can't move on from you. is it your obsession with pink, your lips, your hair, or was it your pretty hands that used to intertwine with mine perfectly. i really don't know. all i know is that we don't talk anymore. we don't talk anymore... we don't talk anymore like we used to do..
