I admit I miss you, I admit I think about you more than I should, I admit that I still like you. Hell, maybe I still love you. But, you f***ed up. Not me, you should be trying to fixed this. You aren’t, so. I’m sitting here, waiting on an “baby I’m sorry, lets start over.” When, we both know. I’ll never get that. You’re stupid, I can believe I wasted my time, I can’t believe I still like you. After the s*** you pulled. Why am I still hung up on you? Because I’m stupid, that’s why.