Love is lame so let me eat your brain.

I guess we all change, I guess none of us were ready to say “I’m sorry, I really messed it up”, I guess people just move on. But I just couldn’t do it, I didn’t change but I wasn’t ready to say “I’m sorry” either.

I fucked it up, maybe you did, maybe both of us did, for not trying, for not giving a fuck about it. All I can say is “I miss you”, cause I didn’t change you for anyone and I didn’t want anyone else, just you.

I hate feeling like I’m getting replaced. And I’m sure as hell it has already happened. I guess you’ve moved on and I’m stuck on repeat.