You lifted me up so high, then pushed me off.
You watched me fall, too busy with real things to care.
You were my best friend, but when you noticed I wasn't there for the same reasons, you left me, when I needed you most.
You have upset me so much, hurt me so bad.
You have made me cry and scream and throw things.
Now I know not to trust people,
like you said I could trust you.
But you know what, after all this, I'd still fall for it, for you, even.
Why? Because any fragment of hope of you coming back into my life makes me forgive you.