Lonely, desperate, and depressed
Those are the emotions that I feel when secluded at rest
You never even told me why you left
I thought things were going great
With you, my life was at it's best
I don't understand how you could be with someone else
If I hurt you the same way: How would you have felt?
You never think of others
Just me, myself, and I
But, I still love you to death
To the point that it makes me want to cry
