It's always about me.
Who the fuck are you?
All I wanted was to love you.
But I broke your heart.
Into a million little pieces.
Right here, where I stand.
And now I know not what to do.
I cry myself to sleep. At night.
But waking up is harder.
The next morning, knowing that things wont get better.
Me.
I always think about myself first.
Not you.
All I wanted was to be with you.
But I bound you to me forever.
And now you cant break free.
Even if I wanted you to.
