So here I am at night, undercovers, but something is missing, you're not here with me. Do you remember those precious times we shared? I'm not talking sex, not that that wasnt fun. But we shared something real. I guess I treated you too badly, I always expected you to come back and say I love you. I wanted you to want me. You did but i wanted more. And so you gave more. But i was still selfish and brushed you away, that was when you really broke. You ran away and changed. You don't talk to me anymore, its like you hate me but I dont blame you. I can't when its my own fault.