You want me to be honest? I did love you, I loved you more than anything. I don’t care what you do now. I don’t care if you drink until you pass out. I don’t care how much you smoke. I want you to live your life without my help and we’ll see how far you get. You’re a fucked up kid, so when everything comes crashing down, don’t come to me again. I’ve been through hell these past years for you. I know you say you don’t care and that you’re doing fine, but we both know that’s a lie. You know you’ve messed everything up, you’re just too scared to admit it. You have a hard exterior, I’ll give you that. But baby, you don’t have the balls to back it up.
I think you do love me. Or you could love me. But you’re just too stubborn and scared to admit it because the last time you really gave your heart to someone it got broken. And I get that, I’ve been there. But somewhere along the line you gave up on the idea that you deserve to feel this way again.