And I swear, my curiosity is going to kill me one day.

And I wonder how you're doing with getting over me. Are you over me? Do you {want to be} over me?

I wish I could just say one last time that I love him and have him say it back and know he really, truly means it...

I still love you. There are just so many things that were left unsaid, and so many things I still want to know, but I'm afraid to ask, because I'm afraid of what the answer will be...

Please just hug me and tell me that you love me. You don't have to mean it, just fake it enough so I'll believe it.

I should have just walked away while things were okay instead of staying for so long. I could've walked away having you still love me some, but now, I walk away knowing that you hate me.

I just miss that whole feeling I use to have when I was you. Feeling full & alive, actually knowing who I was & what tomorrow would bring.

You've left me so emotionally confused & it doesn't seem to phase you.

Doors locked,
lights down,
window open,
blade in hand.

So tell me now; do you want me?

I won't take any 'I don't know's this time. Give me a straight answer, darling. Break my heart again, I'm use to it.