When it comes down to it..
it doesn't matter what i say
or what i look like
it only matters what i do for you
whether i screw you
or give you money
i will never be good enough
never
and in the end
when it comes down to it...
i hate you
no matter how good you look like
how you say you love me
and how you kiss me
with that look of undying love
i know that in the end.
i was used
i was used for everything..
and i do love you
i hate that i love you
because theres no point
there is no point!!
you dont love me like i love you
you dint think about me all the me
you dint worry about me when i dint call
or when you dint see me on line
you just say oh well
screw her then
and you will never care about me like i care about you
but that doesn't matter anymore
i wish i could erase my memories of you
erase all the memories of me and you
and all the you-had-to be there moments
the moments when i thought you were all that i needed.
the countless times that you said that i love you.
all the times you fooled me
and i was a idiot to believe that you actually cared
i love you.
but it wont matter when I'm dead will it?
