Somewhere between love and hate.
I have to admit that I still think about you.
New years day, 2010.
That's when it all started.
And somewhere that month a year later.
I loved you from the first second.
From the moment our lips touched.
You never loved me, not even for a second.
Not even when we had sex.
I wrote songs you never heard.
I would have done everything for you.
But I didn't mean anything to you.
And that still hurts.
Even if I don't want it to.