If it's true that every heartache makes you stronger, I'm going to be bulletproof one of these days.
Sick of having to be guarded with everyone, sick of acting like nothing hurts, sick of convincing myself I'm over it.
I hate dreaming that you're next to me and waking up alone.
I hate that you let me down, I hate that you broke your promises, I hate that you still have this hold on me, but what I hate the most is that I'd take you back in a heartbeat and all this would still mean nothing to you.
I thought you were decent, I thought you were a man.
Stupid girl, should've known.