Pretty boy’s got himself a temper.

I can pretend to be her all I want, but it’s never good enough for you and I never really was; even when I lied. You always said I was pretty, I’m sure that’s not enough. Winning you over was harder then you said it’d be.

I never thought I would want to hurt you. I tried too hard to save you. I tried too hard to say goodbye to you. I thought you would leave on your own, but you never left and I couldn’t go.

It can’t be like this anymore, I’m fooling myself. I can’t save who I am while trying to steal who you are when you’re with her. You always said I was a good liar. I’m sure you aren’t that honest. She is waiting at home for you; she thinks you are the boy you swore you’d never be.

You seem to be an expert at saying goodbye and not meaning it. You always said I’d hate you in the end. I’m still waiting for that to come and go. Maybe we have grown on each other? We’re both waiting for that to go.