I know what you said that you loved me,
i understand what they words mean, or i think i do
it's hard to sit and accept the fact that it happened
i know i wasn't there or around, but was i not in your thoughts?
did i make you hate life that much - to use such a precious and scared gift that only the two of us had shared with someone else who didn't an anything?
why did you write about it after we were engaged...why did you write such nice things about her, but write such terrible things about me...
