Maybe if you didn't leave, I wouldn't have done it.
Maybe if you didn't lie, I'd still be happy.
Happy endings don't exist for me, and when it happens the author changes it drastically.
I constantly am with and care about you, but you say no one cares and no one is there.
Do I exist? I ask myself everyday I'm with you. I wish I would mean so much to you like you mean to me.
Maybe if you kept secrets I'd trust you.
Maybe if you've never lie, I'd believe you.
Maybe if you never put the spotlight on you, I'd notice you more.
Maybe if you loved me, I'd go back to loving you.
And just maybe...if you actually cared, I wouldn't want to die.
