You were just drunk when you said you loved me. I didn't mean anything to you when you said goodbye. You walked out the door, never knowing what you did to me. I've been sitting here wondering if you ever think of me, and wondering why you never have called. Do you know you're killing me? Fuck you for making me love you, and fuck you for fooling me. I hate you for doing this to me and saying you'd be here when you're not. I hate you for making me cry again.