I want to know the truth. I’m tired of staying up all night, thinking about what went wrong. I can’t help but over think especially since it seems like you don’t even seem to care about me. You say something, but you always do something else. They say you get over things when you have someone else on your mind. Well you definitely show that because you seem happy. And I want you to be happy, but I want to be happy too. I need to know the truth. Yeah sure, I’ll get hurt from it, but I’m already hurt. You already broke me, but I need you to finally set me free so that I can move on and hopefully find someone else who will put my broken pieces back together.
Does he watch your favorite movies?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him your favorite parts, when you’ve seen it a million times.
Does he sing to all your music, when you dance the purple rain?
Does he do all these things, like we used to?