I wasted two years on you.
Two years that I could've spent loving someone else.
You hurt me, the way you said you never would.
Why do you want me to think it's my fault?
Why do you think I'll be okay?
Thinking about makes me want to die.
I close my eyes and it's like I've already died.
You win, you broke me.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
I wasted two years on you.
Two years that I could've spent loving someone else.
You hurt me, the way you said you never would.
Why do you want me to think it's my fault?
Why do you think I'll be okay?
Thinking about makes me want to die.
I close my eyes and it's like I've already died.
You win, you broke me.
