So many things were happening,
I never took the time to think
Just how much you hurt me.
I didn't realize it until now,
But you broke my heart.
Well, broke it even more.
Now every time I see you is like a knife
Right in my chest.

I guess I still love you,
Or at the very least care for you.
Every time you make those off-hand remarks,
The remarks that hint at your self-loathing,
It drives the knife a little deeper.
I can't talk to you anymore.
I can't tell you any of this, either.