You left me here all alone.
You walked right out the door.
But before you left,
You handed me my broken heart.
You said you were sorry.
You said it too many times,
So I told you to stop saying it.
Then you asked what I wanted to say.
I didn't tell you what I wanted you to say..
Because I'm not that selfish.
This is the longest we haven't talked in months.
We promised we wouldn't let things turn out like this,
But yet,
Here we are.
Now we're talking.
I assume we might argue...
You're telling me I don't get it.
What don't I get?
Once again,
You break my heat with everything you say.
But it really doesn't matter...
Because you left...
