You were my first love and you made sure you were my last.
After the way you left me feeling could I ever love another?
I stayed up late at night and I thought about what we were going to be.
The perfect couple with the perfect kids.
You were the fist I ever gave my heart to and that is the way you treated it.
I'm fragile, you should have been gentle with me, but you werent. You should have taken your time, but you were too eager.
I didn't know hat you wanted, but you didn't get it. Is that why you left me? Because I respected my self and you?
You made me tell lies when I knew it was wrong. You make me cry when I know I shouldnt. But I tried to blame you, now I see it was my fault from the very beginning, and have myself alone to blame.
