and i know it was my fault, the reason you left me.
i was to blame for trying to play a game.
i don't have a right to miss you, for i did this all to myself.
but i do. i still do.
and oh god thoughts of you still haunt me when it's 3 pm and i'm drinking a cup of coffee and i'm trying not to cry over the thought of you. i don't have the right to feel sorry for myself. it was my fault, it was my fault, it was my fault. i'm sorry, i'm sorry for being that stupid little girl who only thought of herself. but please come back, i miss you.