I think about it everyday and it’s been a month or so. And I see you almost everyday and my heart keeps breaking into thousands of parts, and I can’t put them together at all. And you see me, you think I’m all happy, because you keep seeing me smiling, not looking broken at all. And i want to know, have you thought about me, and the way I med you feel, or have you thought about how I write words so sad, when I’m not even sad? Or like have you read some old messages of me and you, and it makes you want too come back. And I wonder, like really wonder, did you ever loved me, or what you said about playing me, witch one is true, I still wonder. As much as time has passed, me and you haven’t said a word, makes me believe that people like you, always gone leave, and people like me always gone believe in second chances. I regret maybe forever I will do, and should‘ve never said it back, cuz’ those words come out of you mouth so easily. But I was so blind to realty, I never saw it coming. But know, you’re gone, no where to be found. And I’m hear still picking up the peace’s of my broken heart.