It's like the only person that would've made getting older any easier, could've cared less that I was even alive today. Just a simple 'happy birthday' from him, would've been the best present of all.
Seriously, fuck this. We only talk when you start the conversation. We only hang out when you set a date. I'm sick of being your doll. Truth is I was only a mess that you could control.
You had me. For the millionth time, you had me. I know I said I would never come back, I said I'd never do this again. But here I am, lying in your bed and I can't remember a thing I've ever said.
It seem like everyone around me has someone that makes them happy. I've never been this jealous in my life. I just want someone that I can love with all my heart and love me that much and more in return.
I wish I could give you what you're looking for, but I don't know what that is. There's a part of you that you keep closed off from everyone, including me. It's as if I'm not the one you're really with. I just want to make you happy.