we sat in the backseat of my car at 2am while you smoked your cigarette and told me the story about how you tried to **** yourself. You asked if I wanted to listen to the song that saved your life and talked of how you still thought of death sometimes. I didn’t want to drop you off yet, because I knew that the moment you’d walk away, you’d forget my name and that night. and i think i hate you for knowing how easy it was to pretend that I actually meant something, but ****, I was just another stupid girl that got caught in your beautiful lies.....because you got what you wanted and left without telling me why.