I sit here in my room wondering if you care. care about me or care if i'm here. i love you believe me i really do. i broke up with him so i could be with you. why can't you understand that i hate to fight? me and you fighting just doesn't seem right. you said if i told you you wouldn't be mad. but now it seems like you hate me and that makes me sad. the past year or so i thought was great. but looking back it was filled with hate. we fought and argued all the time. and the whole time i just wanted you to be mine. i know sorry is just a word i say it all the time. but it could never amount to all the tears that i've cried. now our friendship is falling it seems like it is through. but is the question what happened to me or what happened to you?
