Why am I still standing here with tears, when in reality it's fear
Why do I care enough for you but don't care enough for me?
I hope everyday that you at least think of me because I think of you alot,  but I can't keep guessing on the sidelines to what I did wrong. I deserve an answer, not a disapper. But you are pretty good at that I guess, next time, I'll think twice before letting you back into my life, and when I do, I will put on a fight because you and I both know I'm right. You were my best freind, know, you're just a fear I don't want