Why did you have to go and start something when you're willing to give up so easily and not be able to take responsibility for the things you choose to say or do? Why would you treat someone so well if you're going to turn out being so cruel and selfish? Why would you be so polite, so caring, so loving, so generous if you're going to turn to me one day and treat me like an idiot, a fool, some stranger? Why did I even go in the first place? I should've said 'no'. I shouldn't have fallen for your tricks. I shouldn't have let myself go. It felt like the right thing to do but it turns out it was the complete opposite. Why can't you be consistent? Why are people so inconsiderate when they used to be the most precious, the most beautiful people? Why would you make me smile one day but make me cry another? Why would you let me down? Why would you make me upset? You used to care. You used to talk. You used to smile. You used to be so lovely. I couldn't have asked for more. All the tears I cried; was it even worth it? Was it worth only a few weeks or so of smiles, laughter and happiness? Was it really worth my tears, my happiness, my time, my consideration, my care? Everytime you're feeling upset or need something, I try to comfort you the best I can yet you repay me with stupid remarks. I try and provide you with the things you want even though I don't really have anything to offer in particular. Would you be able to do something to me even though it would jeopardise something for you? It's called making sacrifices. It's something I did for you but got nothing in return but heartache and misery. It's great how I just get this when I did all that. I'm just another person out of the many you've met already. Yes, I'm probably nothing anyway. I'll just sit here, not even looking pretty. I'll keep sitting here, without moving; waiting for something I know I'll never be able to get. Why do other people have luck despite how they treat others? How come they get the things they don't deserve? How can they cause so much pain yet not suffer any of it themselves? I don't understand. I try to be quite polite to whoever I may come across yet I'm faced with countless problems, a million tears I have to shead alone and a loss of something which not anyone can replace? Is it fun to play games? Everytime I'm serious, you're not. When you're serious, I try to be. Or do you try? Maybe it just doesn't show. Oh, I don't know. Your mind's too complex for me to follow. You're never open. And when you are, I try and offer whatever I can but you just ignore me and move away to someone else who can do much better than I can. Someone who can sympathise for you. Someone who can be upset with you. Someone who can lend you a shoulder to lean on. I can do all that. Why would you throw me behind and leave me for other people? Aren't I good enough? If that's so, shouldn't you have realised that ever since the beginning? If you do this to me now, what would you do if someone from the past wanted you back? Would you run back to them? Would you throw away your pride and self-respect? You told practically everyone you knew that you'd return to that person. It disappoints me. It hurts me to know. I try to pretend like I don't know but everytime you treat me like you're doing now, I can't help but think about it. I don't know. I guess it's all my fault. But it's your fault somehow. Well, at least I hope it is.