When we broke up, you said you'd always love me.Always, you said, always we'd be friends. But soon I saw you wanted nothing of me,and then I understood that's how it ends. You said, "Well, it's much harder than I thought."I guess it's always easier to lie. You said, "Well, ask me anything you want. "But I was much too frightened to ask why. I guess it doesn't matter why we failed,or why I love you after what you've done,or why the harshest truths must be unveiled after the last train has come and gone. I miss you and I love you, even though what happened lies too deep for me to know.
What happened to our love's a mystery.I rummage through our empty past in vain.I must accept but can't what cannot be. And now I'm left with all the shame of love. That unashamed took pleasure in your joy. You used me as a fake, erotic toy,not caring much what I was thinking of. The worst is that I long for your caress. I know you're just annoyed, which drives me mad!But knowing how completely I've been had does not, alas, make me want you less.
Sigh... history repeats and I knew I am really stupid once again.
Why must you treat me like this? What did I do wrongly?
You made my heart hurt that time and now you made it even worst.
I've nothing to say about you but "disappointed".
Everything is over? This is what you want?
I give myself a limit until this year dec 31st.
I don't know why, but...
OK, I am really very sad/low/moodless now.
BYE.
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