The End

Well, it turns out I was right.
Everyone told me I was over exaggerating,
but I knew I wasn't.
I don't blame you,
but it hurt.

Did it occur to you how much it hurt?
How much you hurt me?
You dropped me like I was nothing,
after making me feel like I meant everything to you.
Do you even understand how much it killed me?

I was too comfortable with you.
I thought you would just be there.
I was wrong.
Now you're gone and I know you won't be back.

How I hope you'll say you regret it,
how I hope you'll say you want it to go back to how it was.
I know you won't.

I was dependant.
I always said it wouldn't happen,
but it did.
Now I'm alone again,
back to how it usually is.
How it's probably meant to be.

I'm sorry.

They say I should't be,
and that it's not my fault.
But it obviously has a great deal to do with me.

It became too much.
You were right,
and I completely agree with you.

But it still hurts.
It hurts more knowing that when we were together,
it was perfect.
Well I thought so anyway,
and you were excellent at making it look like you thought the same.

So again, I'm sorry.
I was too comfortable,
and I shouldn't have been.