I have some questions, oh you know why.
Every time I text you, you read it but don't reply.
Our last time together keeps playing on mind.
I'm crying, stressing, broken-hearted, doubtful that I'll be fine.
I miss you, where are you? Are you thinking of me?
I'm daydreaming, just thinking of what we could be.
You left me stranded, naked in my bed.
Days and nights of lonely me letting my tears shed.
Where's the old you? The one who loved to hold my hand.
I guess switching up on me was apart of your plan.
Completely heartless, I can barely feel a thing.
Putting my phone on DND and just let it ring.
In need of some me-time, think I'll do better alone.
Everybody uses me. God what had I done wrong?
I wish I didn't see you everywhere I go.
Wish you weren't friends with the people that I know.
Thoughts of you haunt me, they stay inside my brain.
I'm tired of being reminded of the pain.
The old me is gone all because of a mistake.
How long will the healing take?
What will I do now that I feel lost?
I wish what I'm feeling wasn't apart of what it cost.
My invalidation to you seeps deeper each day.
I'm praying somehow that these feelings whisk away.
You were dreamy but still found a way to be a nightmare.
Oh how do I wish I was more aware.
Wish I never got hurt and left behind in the past.
Guess when things came to your mind I was always last.
I let you use me until there was nothing else left of the girl I used to be.
You feel like you didn't nothing wrong but that's not what I see.
It hurts to know you meant nothing of those those things you spoke of.
It's really hurting knowing that this isn't love.
