I've been thinking about you lately. A lot. It's impossible to get you out of my mind. On a hundred thoughts, you're ninety-nine. I've understood that you will never be mine, and that's fine. I'm just breaking inside.

You made me believe in something that you already knew was wrong from the beginning. And boy I'm trying so hard to hate you but you keep looking at me like you're still mine. You know you're impossible to resist. And it's the worst, knowing you've been playing me from the start.