Him

When you're here I hate you When you're gone I miss you It's crazy how people go from strangers To lovers To lovers To strangers I want to tell you I'm proud But my pride is way to loud I claimed to never have cared But my notebooks sit there, layerd Sometimes I wonder if you hadn't had seen me with him? Would you had come back and begged to be forgiven? Did I fuck it up trying to get back at you? Or did you think you did what you had to do? What you did to me was unforgivable But I found myself finding you unreplacable My heart is beating My lungs are full of air My mind is racing So why do I feel so unalive?