I wish you could see what you've put me through.
I can't even remember the last time I was this aggravated...
oh wait, I can, it was also because of you.
First you leave, without even a goodbye.
No way for me to know other than your Facebook status.
Then you leave again, with part of my heart intertwined.
You swore to me you wouldn't be a ******.
Well here we are again.
I was finally getting over it until my phone rang.
3:15 am, I was sick and tired.
You sounded drunk and excited.
My friend and her roommate were sleeping at your place.
Woo hoo, part-ay.
It didn't click in my mind until the morning of what you had said to me.
That your place was too small for me and my friend to come stay.
Oh, I see.
I'm not what you want.
You've made it crystal clear.
But why do I wish you were still here?
I close my eyes and it's flashback on flashback.
We only had a weekend until you left again.
But what I didn't know is that when you left...
I'd be losing a friend.