Somedays i think you're the person who locked me in this hole and left with the key. Somedays I long for you. But most days I hate you. You walk through life with an arrogant grin. Breaking hearts as you mask your own selfless pain with the pleasures you take. But I hope you look back at this broken shattered heart. I hope you feel guilty for all the things you did. But maybe you hate me and look back at me like you look back at the road you just traveled still keeping an arrogant grin as you take on life. Hell, at least you're thinking of me.