I sit here thinking, about you. Nothing more, nothing less...

I think about us, I think about the way you use to look at me, when your eyes sparkled with a perfect smile. Then I look at myself and all I see is pain, regret and loss.

Sometimes I wonder why I still fall for you, why I still love you. But it's a question I can't answer, maybe it's because you made me feel special, little by little I realize all you’re doing is the same thing to every girl you kiss, every girl you trick into your own joy and happiness till you feel like you should move on. I hate you with a passion yet I still love that sparkle in your eyes...