I used to think of you everyday.
Its like I used to say, you was the cheese on my macaroni.
You used to be the things I was not.
Strong and tough.
You could fix everything no matter what.
You made my life so easy like a breeze.
You cared about me so much I thought I could tell.
I loved you with every fire in my heart, you spoiled me till i fell apart.
I know this part will come as a shock.
Is this thing we call a heart, is yours strong and true?
Is this love we see meant to be?
I guess we will see.
But it didn't turn out the way I thought things would be.
