Why'd you do it? Why did you say you love for months straight and hold me tight and say you love me with every breath you had? Why did you draw me in and tell me those pretty lies, telling me how you never want to lose me and that I was the best thing that ever happened to you? Why did you talk on the phone for hours with me telling me how much you loved the way I would say certain words? How could you tell me goodnight I love you then right after go kiss another girl and let your fingers search her body in the dark and hold her tight and whisper pretty lies in her ears? How could you tell me you couldn't do it anymore when I should have been the one to leave. But, I loved you and wanted all of you but you, you only wanted to fumble with my soul and say you would stay when I needed someone; when I needed to hear those words and then leave me broken and picking up the pieces. You were less of a man, you were nothing but a child who knew not how to treat a person who loved you more than they could love themselves.
