i get these moments of boldness, telling myself i wont let anyone else control my happiness anymore, but then i think of you and how you never showed up that night. i think of you and how you told me all i do is make you miserable, but somehow you couldn't stop having *** with me. i think of you and how you never complimented me when i changed my hair, or noticed when i wore my makeup differently. i think of you and how easy it always was for you to let me go. i get these moments of boldness, telling myself i wont let anyone else control my happiness, but then i think of you.