You break my heart, but you won’t let me move on. You blatently flirt in front of me, and then say I’m immature for being mad. You say I need to grow up, when you can’t make up your mind. You say I’m stupid and letting my emotions get the best of me, yet this whole thing started because your emotions got the best of you. You get mad when I want to make you upset, yet you hurt me every day. You get happy. I get fucked over. You get a new life. I get lonliness.
I don’t love you anymore. That ended a few days ago. I’m just mad mostly. Girls don’t like me. You get guys easy. Why is it that I’m the victim, yet you’re the one who gets what they want?