…and he doesn’t call. Doesn’t make an effort to stay in my life. Why should I be the one making all the sacrificing? If you want to be with me, show it. I’m sick and tired of playing games.  

Why is it that some boys treat you so badly, while others treat you as a princess. And still, you end up rejecting the one that makes you feel so good and pursue the chase for the one that treats you like shit. 

You are my number one. You will always be my number one. Even though time will pass and water will flow under the bridge, you will always be my first great love. And no one can take that away from you. Never forget that. Mabye I will be the one that forgets. Forget how you used to hold me in your arms. Or how your lips felt like against my forehead. I hope I’ll never forget that, but you can never now..