You led me to believe that you cared, then left me to my thoughts. I wanted to believe that you were different, but that was just a lie. Forget everything that this was supposed to be. Forget about me. Done, yet again, with all of this heartbreak. Mood: disappointed
I sit here thinking that you never truly cared. All you wanted was someone on which you could lean. Someone that would tell you that you weren't the horrible person that you believed yourself to have always been. Well no more. Leave me to my thoughts and go off. I will not save you again. I am done and no longer will I put up with being your crutch. Good Bye. Mood: irked Music: Bleeding Is A Luxury by Atryeu
