I can't stand the winter.
The snow, the cold, the fact that tip of my nose goes a faint red.
You couldn't stand the summer.
The brightness, the heat, the fact i looked happiest.
I can't stand your friends.
The jokes they made, the cockiness, they way they called me a slut.
You couldn't stand mine though.
The way the giggled, schemed and lied.
I can't stand all this but still I loved you.
You couldn't stand all of this, so you left me.
