

Admit it.Admit it. It's gotten easier to live without me. I can almost live a day without singing one of the songs you played for me or quoteing something poetic you said to catch my heart. We wouldve made it. And it makes me so mad that you made me just to break me down. You're not even here now to see what I've become. You were my role model, my rock, mine. I don't know where things went to hell. And I don't know what I did to make you so mad.Admit it.
I don't know what was said that makes us look at eachother in disgust. You make me sick. It makes me sick that we're not in love anymore. How do you fall out of love? And the fact that you still think a