Hurting me:
No one does it better than you
Emotions played
Nights spent crying
Days spent dying
Words said,
that weren't meant to be said
that weren't meant to be heard
that weren't meant to hurt.

Missing you:
I do that a lot
I wish I didn't.
It keeps me awake
Made my own mistakes
regret everything I've said.

You told me she was pretty
and I already knew that,
you told me I was a liar
and that hurt.
you told me I shouldn't care, and honestly...
I shouldn't
but I do
I hurt so much,
and I hate it
So tired of crying and breaking down
so tired of saying it doesn't matter and I'm fine
I can't do this anymore
I can't lose anymore
not that there's anything left to lose.