All the laughter aside,
you looked me in the eye.
Told me all your feelings subside,
That last night you cried
that everything was a lie.

And yet I find,
repeating in my head,
without you I'm better off dead,
alone and suffering laying in bed
writting you a love song filled with dread. Leaving me wasn't the worst thing you did,
it was leading me on before you ran and hid..