I'm sorry you don't love me
and I know I should stop
but I know me well enough to see how this goes on
I never predict it until it's too late
and my head is already mixed up.
I miss the old me that wouldn't let you in so easily.
I remember her but she let someone else in and he stole her then she broke him but she broke herself too.
So let us let this continue
It feels more like a partnership for a business place
more like that than a matter from the heart
I've placed my matters in the middle of the page.