You've said "I love you" many times, and I've said
the same thing always. If you loved me as much as
you said you did, then you wouldn't have hurt me like this.
I guess you forgot all those times we shared, the
laughter and the cries. The times we would just
hold onto each other; whenever I cried you'd hold me tight
and tell me things would get better by time. Whenever I'd
relapse you'd always told me to stop and I would even
if I couldn't but you'd always tell me to just stay strong.
I can't thank you enough for being in my life.
I can't take the pain that I feel, inside I feel like I'm dying.
But I know deep down you love me too; I know you get tired
of me running back to you but how can I stop when
I'm truly in love with you?
