I sometimes cry myself to sleep
about little secrets or grudges I keep
I look at him and see his mistakes
and think about the promises he makes
he says he loves me then leaves me on read
leaves me cold and alone in my bed
he looks at other girls when he thinks I cant see
so I ask myself, why me?
if you truly care you wouldn't have liked her photo or commented on her dress
I'm sorry I'm sorry but I'm a damn mess
I have to go but I dont know how to leave
sorry not sorry
its you, not me