You left. You left, and here I am picking up the pieces by myself.
It was my fault, really and truly. It was always my fault. I tried to make you something you aren't, and you turned me into something I don't want to be. I never should've let that happen.
None of this will ever happen again. I hope this is the last time in my life I feel this way. Next time, I will be smart. Next time, I will be with someone completely or I will be alone.
C'est la vie. I'll get it right someday.
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