Did you even regret it?
Ending for a second, time around.
Did you see yourself in my perspective?
How it feels when a good thing has ended.

I was waiting for you,
to love me again,
Holding on two,
Months just for an end,
Excluded myself,
From our group of friends,
It was lonely as hell,
But there’s no reason to pretend,
That I’m having fun,
While you are there,
So I sit alone,
And pull at my hair,
You won’t leave my head,
You won’t leave hers too,
I live in silent dread,
You might’ve been the only person I could relate to.
And now I hate you.
© Waiteing