It started again,
the only thing that's different is I caught it this time around.
I started getting angry and mad, you kept ditching and I'd be the one that was sad.
You'd forget to call, you'd forget to message, maybe you just wanted to stall.
I'd get angry but not voice my thoughts, I didn't want you to forget me or decide I wasn't worth it anymore.
...That's when I stopped myself.
Because you're not worth it anymore.
I loved you then, I think I love you still. I'd walk around the world and back if I could make you happy, happy enough to be with me.
But then I realized, it's not me you want. If you did, you'd fight for me, you'd want to want to be with me. You'd do anything to see ME smile.
But it's not like that anymore, I'm not going to try and fight for something that isn't real.
My imagination got the better of me, just like you-You got the very best of me, and you kept it.
