I really liked you.

I really fucking did.

It didn't matter to me that you didn't care.

It didn't matter that you didn't give a crap about me. 

To me you were enough.

All I seem to do now is beat myself up thinking about what I could have done,

What I did do, what I shouldn't have, wouldn't have if you just told me.

"Whatever" is not an answer, "Forget about everything" do you know how much it hurts?

Yeah, maybe you were right, I knew you weren't into guys,

But there were other fucking ways,

You hurt me so fucking much, 

It feels like you killed a part of me.

All I wanted was you to be honest with me,

No you were not cool when I told you I liked you,

You promised, you would be.

Please.