I hate that I loved you no matter what you did to me.
I hate all the reminders and all the fabricated memories.
My eyes only wanted to see you through a certain view.
Started to reconnect but it’s over now, we’re through.
It hurts until it heals.
Hit me in the heart and I don’t want to feel.
I fell in love with what wasn’t ever real.
You never really cared and that’s what hurts the most.
Pour out my soul to you again and again but you become a ghost.
