The pain is something in starting to get used to. To be honest I don't remember how it feels to be happy. I hate that I love you. Why can't I hate you? Did you have to leave? Do you ever think of me? Do you lay awake at night thinking of me? I do. I have dreams of us in the past, with you making promises. Promises are made to be broken. Why did I trust you? Why did you hurt me? Do you still care? Why can't I forget you? I want to move on so bad. Why do you haunt everything I do?
