You.
You made me believe you loved me.
You made me believe that you only wanted me.
Yet you went behind my back.
You told other girls the same thing.
You used me and I let you.
All I wanted was someone to finally love me.
But at this point I was ok with fake love.
I was ok with being used.
Because I did not care if it was fake love.
Because fake love is better than being alone.
