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i could've sworn that you were the one,
that we'd be together for the rest of our life.
even though we were only dating for a year,
i could picture myself being your wife.
but all of a sudden, you started becoming moody,
frontin, acting like you didnt even care.
i kept trying to make excuses for your actions,
but on the inside, i was in deep dispair.
and i was afraid, afraid that you'd leave me,
for reasons that supposedly nobody knew why.
when you said it was over, and you were addicted to weed,
i seriously thought i was gonna die.
"Baby, please just let me help you,
you cant go through this alone."
"Bitch we're done, get over it" was your reply,
and with that, you hung up the phone.
the next day i saw you, you acted like nothing happened,
even willing to give me a kiss goodbye.
from then on, you kept toying with my emotions,
but one question was always on my mind: why?
Why wouldnt you just let me help?
i mean, you've always turned to me before.
and why didnt anyone bother to tell me
that you had started smoking 3 months before?
i did a lot of stupid things in the months that followed,
even daring to hook up with your best friend.
but i swear on my life, i didnt know you guys were so close,
if i had, i never would've let it happen.
besides, you didnt care, remember?
you said "i dont give a damn about her anymore"
but when you heard about the things i did,
you screamed "I CANT BELIEVE THAT FUCKING WHORE!!"
i went into a deep depression after that,
after all, i had lost the guy i loved most.
everyone told me "you were too good for him anyway"
and "you might think he's gonna change, but he wont"
"you can do so much better than that"
i cant tell you how many times those words i was told.
but i didnt WANT anyone else, i wanted you,
even when you left me, and your feelings grew cold.
in the months that followed, i was so hung up on you,
wishing and hoping that you'd change your mind.
i was devestated, you had changed so much
you couldnt even look me in the eye most of the time.
people said you found new "friends" in franklin square,
i knew they were all potheads and whores.
but you claimed that they actually understood you,
and none of your old friends wanted to talk to you anymore.
around the time i started realizing you were really gone,
i made new friends, started thinking more clearly.
one of them in particular caught my eye, and said
"Hey special person, remember me?"