I'm alone without being alone, here next to someone who says they love me. What is love? I honestly don't know anymore. To me love is pain, love is caring about someone so much you'll do anything for them. Too bad for me it's always been a once sided Street. I want to run, I want to hide, but it's too late I'm already in with both feet planted firm on the ground. I have fallen dispite my history and the promises I made to myself I have fallen. The saying still holds true.

When a guy sweeps you off your feet be prepared to be dropped on your ass. Why am I so stupid? Honestly what the heck is wrong with me? After everything is done I don't even get a thank you, I'm pushed to the side and forgotten, the second thought, the after math. Like always. Second place is literally all I'll ever know. I do everything I can and them some to be the best girlfriend I can be I just wish that just once someone would be as good to me as I am to them.