I hate myself for fucking up like I did.
I'm sorry even though I'm so fucking tired of saying it.
I just want to go cuddle in the basement and finally lose myself in a moment. I want to make you bake cookies and play stupid board games.
I don't want to let go anymore, I want to hold on tight, but I think you're already out of my reach.
We've become strangers through the weeks and I don't even know who you are.
I keep thinking of who you used to be, the person I fell in love with.
You changed so much I don't think you even remember who that is.
