I should’ve never let you back in, and there’s no one to blame but myself. I fall right into your lifeless eyes and your stupid games. And for some strange reason when you said you’d try this time around, I believed you. Maybe it was the way you called me “your girl.” But now, sitting here with my shattered heart, rereading your messages, i see it so clearly. Im nothing to you. Nothing but another sorry, heartbroken option. And the worst part is, I still hope that you’re happy. Because I saw light shine from the pours of your skin that I’ve never known. I can’t hate you for not wanting me any more. I hate myself for ever letting you in the first place.