I’ve been rewriting our story
In my head
But no matter how I pen the words
I can’t bring us back together again.
I’ve been thinking of confessing
The feelings that I felt
But no matter how I say the words
They won’t bring us back together again.
We were so immature,
So silly and young
But we made each other laugh
And I was stupid to think
That maybe that could be enough.
Maybe I only imagined the story I thought we shared.
Maybe no part of you was ever truly mine.
But then, I was the giver
And you were the taker.
So in the end I was left with nothing
And you chose not to see
Everything you had.