I ain't even mad at you anymore. I just look at everything different now. I gave you chances, ignored shit that would've made anyone walk away, and still chose you every time. you got comfortable knowing I'd always come back, so you stopped appreciating me. that where you fucked up. I still got love for you, but it ain't the same, if you ever miss me, remember you had me when I was still willing to stay, and you wasted that version of me