When we first met I loved someone else. I knew you love me, and when we started talking I thought "well love is just a game to me and I'll break your heart". I thought I would never love you, but then when we were alone and you said those words and I said them back... that's how I fucked up. I started thinking about you more and more every single day. And then I started loving you. And now when you're gone I'm stuck with this feeling. You still love me and I do too but we both know that we can't be together. I broke your heart, but in the process I hurt myself and that wasn't planed at all. I fucked around and got attached.