To you.

I'm mad at myself. Not at you. I'm mad for always being nice, for apologizing when I didn't do anything wrong, for getting attached and making you a huge part of my life.

To you. I did this all for you, and did you even realize it? No. You were to unfocused to notice.

They asked me. "Why are you still with him?"

It's so hard to explain. I don't even know myself.

But you keep doing this.

There are days when we are SO good. Everything feels so right.

Then those days when everything is falling apart.

&& You need him.

But he isn't there.

I wanted to be more to you. Than just the same old girl.

Relationship, then a break up.

I want to be your best friend.

I want to be there for YOU when you need me.

But you make it completely impossible for me to do that.

Your pushing me back and fourth.