I don't understand why you've done what you've done.

You could care less if I was here, or if I was gone.




I did everything I could; I went through hell for you.

But you used me; I didn't pay attention to the clues.




I thought you really cared; I believed that you loved me.

But that was only a lie, now the truth I can see.




I can't understand it; I wish I knew why.

But I don't and I hate it; all I can do is cry.




The saddest part is that even though you did this, I still love you.

That hurts the most, because in my mind I know we're through.




I miss the days we were together, our always and forever.

But the day I'll call you mine again may very well be never.




I hate that I don't have you, that things couldn't work for us.

But when I say I still love you, people look at me in disgust.




No one knows how I feel, how much about you I care.

But knowing you don't feel the same way, it's just too much to bear.




Just seeing your face, it kills me inside.

It's hard without you, there's emptiness in me I can't hide.




I guess I'll learn to live with it, but I just want you to know:

I'm sorry it ended, I miss you, and I still love you, this is so.