I can't stand not talking to you. When I go on facebook and
I can't stand not talking to you. When I go on facebook and read
those cute messages between us it kills me a little bit on the
inside. And I get so mad because I know the end was all my fault.
And I liked who I was when I was with you. But I'm starting to
realize that I liked who I was before you even more. Yeah, I miss
you. But I miss me more.