It was unfortunate that my first love was you,
because your first love wasnt me it was her.
No matter how many lies you told me, you couldnt convince yourself you loved me,
but you convinced me.
Like a mantra, I told myself you loved me.
And it hurt so much when you left,
I see you in the hallways now, talking loudly to have me hear your night exbiditions.
But you will never understand, I dont care.
Im upset that you left because I loved you,
You lost the one person that loved you,
and thats simply unfortunate.