When we said goodbye to each other,
We both meant something different.
You knew it was forever.
I didn't want to believe it.
Because, even though you hurt me,
I still find myself thinking about you.
You beat me down and weakened me
To where I thought I needed you.
You were everything I wanted,
But I wasn't enough.
And it's not fair,
Because you've moved on.
And I'm left wasting ink
On a boy that wasted me.

I built you up. You tore me apart.
You pushed me down while you were leaning on me.
I should have expected it,
But I was new to this.
I wish I was still naive.
I wish I was still unaware.

But now it's spoiled,
and what we had has expired.
I want more than anything to have it back.
I got a taste of your touch,
And now I want more.
But no longer from you.
Thank God I never loved you.
I swear I never loved you.

But if what you said is true,
If you meant that "I love you,"
Then shouldn't you be hurt more than me?