I remember slamming the door in your face.
Gosh, you made me so ****** angry sometimes.
You'd yell at me "I don't even love you!"
And I'd tell myself it didn't matter because you weren't easy to love either.
In the mornings sometimes you'd lie there in my bed laughing.
Those were always the best times between the two of us.
You'd tell me to pretend things were always that way
And I'd try, but it never worked.
There were some nights that it took everything in me not to walk away.
I'd stay up sobbing because I knew I could't love you the way I was supposed to.
I was so angry, but more at myself than I was at you.
I wanted to fix all the brokenness inside of you, but I didn't know how.
Things never did get better and one day you left.
Maybe there's someone out there who knows how to mend you back up.
But the someone's not me.