• Every time I have this feeling, I brake a little more.
    Everytime I call, you tell me you will call later, but I never get a call.

    You hang out with her more than me.
    You ignore me at times, just to talk to her.

    Why isn't she your best friend?
    Why is she better than me?

    When will you understand?
    When will you pull from her and see how this hurts?

    You pulled my heart back together with imaginary strings.
    You can't leave me when I just got back up on my feet.

    I can't go back into that dark place.
    I can't go back into depression again.

    I won't relive the worst years of my life.
    I won't let you go that easily.

    What can I do?
    What do I have to do?