I had all intentions on loving you forever.
You were everything I had dreamed for.
You were truly someone I adore.
Even when I showed you how unworthy I was of your love.
You still continued loving me like the love you were giving wasn’t enough.
Promises, I make you think I am never going to keep them.
Being cared for by you, made me feel like our love was so pure and true.
As I stated before, maybe I was the one who snoozed only to lose you.
Making promises to you always was the only goal.
I failed when all I did to those promises was leave them broken.
When it came down to the true definition of ride or die.
Everyone looked up to us as if we were the perfect happy couple.
I felt good knowing that every move I made you were going to be right there with me.
Days after we broke up, I went to do something without you.
That's when that s*** hit me.
I’m still dealing with the fact that you’re not with me.
It's a bittersweet feeling thinking that you may not even miss me.
Accepting that helps me to better understand that hell, you may never even kiss me.