The idea of us leaves me disgusted.
**** those future plans like we never discussed it.
You made promises and I did too
But at least I was willing to fight for us
Why weren’t you?

Nah.

Don’t answer.

Because no matter your excuses or your reasons or your apologies I’m done.
I find the idea of re-kindling our spark a depressing one
And I’m tired of being depressed.
I’m tired of being broken and honestly, I’m tired of being stressed

Wondering if I’m good enough for you
Strong enough for you
Beautiful enough for you
Innocent enough for you

And it’s crazy. Once upon a time, you were my everything.
You had me swept up in your rose-colored love that by time the winds died down I was left with nothing.

You caged me.

But now I’m roaming wild and free
Running with the one who was meant for me
And I don’t plan on looking back on any day
To see if you ever realize that I’m the one that got away.