everytime i think about you, i wonder why I would ever love you, and i still can’t answer that question.. i wish I didn’t because I know you could never care for me the way I need you to, but you’ve left such an imprint on me that the only thing I can think of is going back to you, so fuck you for leaving me, and constantly running through my head I hate you so much for it, but I could never stop loving you.