I have this strange habit of getting left behind.*

I guess it was my fault, I never made myself someone who would be loved.

I guess I spent all my time on you
And yet you have other plans.

But darling
All I wanted was to hold your hand
To have your eyes locked on mine
To have you all to myself
To be mine and mine alone

And now I'm full with guesses, never knowing answers

I now know what they say is true.
Never give your heart away.
Never give your all to a person.

Because at the end–when they leave– you will have nothing left, not even yourself.