I believe everything happens for a reason.
Whether it is something bad or good eventually it will come,
and it will change your life forever.
In the darkest days of mine I met you
and it was like you were
'the light at the end of the tunnel'.
I mean your light was all I had,
and although it was so little it managed to keep me alive.
I suppose after every high there must be a low,
but after you got through it all you left me.
Like I was nothing. Like I didn't matter.
I suppose eventually it would happen,
deep inside I knew one day you'd leave
but I kind of, just maybe wished you would have stayed.
