Why do I feel this way inside.
It hurts no matter how much I try.
Like a knife right Through the chest.
It just seemed so perfect when we first met.
But after a while I should've known.
We were always arguing on the phone.
Every other night was a fussy fight,
And it took so much effort to make it right.
I never said the words you accused me of saying.
I never played those games you accused me of playing.
In the end, it's all the same.
Because I'm the 1 who gets blamed.
I know I deserve better than that.
So why I am wondering where your at.
I know you were a waste of time.
But why are you still on my mind?
Why?
