Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. . Maybe I didn't leave much between us that day. And maybe I shouldn't have told you I loved you. Played the game, and now I understand.
I remember so many nights in the bed alone. One where I coulda messed up the strength to exist in the bid of cold. But you showed up once in a while, I guess that's alright.