No, you don't know what if feels like.
I stayed up countless hours just to see when you would message me
back.
I waited every da/mn night.
People told me you weren't coming back and I didn't
believe them.
But I sat on the ground in my stupid bathroom and read through
all my messages.
The sad attempts to get together.
The remember whens.
How the he/ll is that supposed to change anything?
You were supposed to be there for me.
I cried over you. That's supposed to mean something.
You are my family.
You aren't supposed to leave and never come back.
It hurts that I might not even cross your mind as half the times
as you cross mine.
We had a promise...
Don't you remember?