Unappreciated

I always wanted a "special someone"
i always hated being alone.
And when I met you I knew I had scored.

Now, 3 years later things seem to be different,
i always find myself me reminiscing
about the good times we had
when you made me happy, and made me mad.

I always find myself asking me questions,
such as, "do i really love him?" or "is this an obsession?"
Sometimes I love you, and sometimes I hate you.

When you make me mad, you walk out feeling glad
and it makes me want to payback.

I did it once, and I did it twice, by the third time,
It felt real nice,
to cheat on you with your friend cuz you were an ass,
and now that he's got me, I ask myself why...
...Why did I have to deal with your shit?!!!