Relationshit

What am I supposed to do? You are so entertained with your silly friends you have forgotten what I should meant to you. You have effortlessly forgotten me, and seem to be appreciating it. It's like the more you piss me off and get me frustrated, the happier you get. Tell me, tell yourself: is this really love? I'm pretty sure you're not who I want, I'm pretty sure I have to move on... I can no longer be put down, pushed away, disappointed... But I keep hurting... And I keep lying to myself I'll be ok.