Was it amusing to you playing little games on my soul and fumbling with it between your toes. Or were you so fucked up that you didn't know how to stay persistence in love. I loved you but you never knew how to keep love. Even a year later I still wake up with you on my mind, I don't know why I wish it would stop, but you wake up with another in your arms telling them everything you told me. I tell myself maybe one day you'll see that one thing that made you stay for so long and think," damn I fucked up." And if you find that one thing, it'll be too late and when you come trying to come back I'll be with another and you'll know then just how it felt the day I had to say goodbye.
