I loved you.
You lied to me.
Every little thing that I would never admit to bothering me, is even more irksome now that we are apart.
I can't trust you.
I loved you.
You lied to me.
I thought that I could change you. I thought that we had something special. Now i don't even know up from down.
I loved you.
You lied to me.
I miss coming home to someone. I miss lying in your arms. I miss having someone to tell my every whim too.
But I can't trust you.
I loved you.
You lied to me.
I don't even know who you are. The last three years were not sincere. That liquid courage was more like liquid lies.
I loved you.
You lied to me.
I asked you so many times, but it was like I was talking to nothing. You don't remember me. You don't remember us. Thank your liquid courage. What a fucking bust.
I loved you.
You lied to me.
For so long I thought that it was me. I thought I had done something wrong. I thought I deserved this mental abuse. I didn't.
I loved you.
And you lied to me.