I lay here at night still thinking of you. I go through my phone just to look at old pics of you.
I see your smiling face and thought of what we had. Why did I have to go and fuck things up. I beat myself every fucking night. The tears roll down I try to tell but nothing comes out.
I should have never let you go. I should od fought hard to make you stay. But all I did was watch you walk away. Now I lay here at night still thinking of you.
The emotions build up and the tears fall down. Why did have to go and fuck things up.
I always think to myself how things could be if I still held on to you. Would you have been happy or would you be sad? It kills me not to know but I guess that's just the way things go.
It's been over 2 years since we broke up. But I keep thinking about you every fucking day. Why did I have to go and fuck things up. I beat myself every fucking night.
The tears roll down and I try to yell out but nothing comes out.
There's nothing I can do but try and move on. Because i know you're so much happier without me there.
And if I could talk to you one nore time I would tell you to follow your dreams and make something of yourself and become a person you can be proud of. And tell I love you one last time.