"Look at what you've done to me. Are you happy? Are you proud? That you could break me. That you could lie to me. How do you keep doing the things you say you're sorry for and not even seem to care? How can you smile and be happy while I'm crying? How can I not hate you? I probably should. But I love you. People say I can do better, I deserve better, . But don't I deserve you? Why don't I deserve you? I want you. You made me feel so great. You made me smile, laugh, and just happy. But then again you've made me cry and feel terrible. So why should I want you? I don't even know why I do, maybe it's because of the way you made me feel. I miss you. I miss you like crazy. And you barely or rarely even talk to me. One minute I say I'm done with you and I can get over you. But I'm not done with you and I'm not over you. Through all the bad I try and only see the good in you and no matter how hard I try to get over you it's not gonna happen, at least not now."