I never ran out of it...
But it still hurt me to love you.
You made me feel useless, sometimes worse.
But, then you bounce right back and make me love you again.
You are too hard to hate.
So I stopped trying.
My love for you,
It's running out.
I have quit hating you,
but I can't love you either.
I despise myself for not moving on the first time.
Now, it's too late.
You've already come back for more.