Left My Heart Soaking Wet, Boy Your Boots Can Leave A Mess

Why did you even tell me. Why did you wait three fucking days to do it. If you knew on Saturday night you should've called on Sunday morning first thing.... Before the coffee was even done brewing. Instead of letting me think about you all weekend. Feeling so happy that you were using the word 'we' Thinking that I get to see you on Tuesday....That we would be going off to Worcester next weekend. I was happy with you, with us. I thought I felt a change in you. I thought I was going to be the one you chose. The one you decided to be with. Just me. I guess I was just hoping for too much. You didn't have to tell me any of the details. That only added to the pain. All you had to say was that you couldn't see me anymore, that you met someone else. You didn't have to tell me you feel like this is the girl you are going to marry. That you've NEVER felt like this about ANYONE. Thanks. I get it. see all this time I was thinking that you didn't want to be with any one person when really it was just that you didn't want to be with me. Why would you say all this shit to me knowing full well how I felt. And don't try and tell me that you didn't know. I was fucking falling in love with you. And you knew it. You had to have. If not you must me more stupid then you let on. I knew it was a bad idea to see you in the first place. I knew I would end up in a heap on my bed crying like it was the end of the world. I knew that you would hurt me like everyone else did. But I took the chance thinking 'maybe this time will be different' But apparently not.

You knew how hard it was for me to let you in. How much that took for me to let you see me how I was and not shy away. I let down every wall, I let you stroll right in, I knew I would end up crying and hurting but I took the chance.... Well this is the last time. That was it, I'm done. I was so happy I just don't understand I thought you were too. What I really don't get is why would you start seeing me again? After that week apart? When you knew. You fucking knew. This is so hard for me. I should have cut and run way back when. The first time you gave me goosebumps. The first time my stomach flipped for you. The first time I missed you. I should have got the hell out of it. But I wanted to stay. For the first time in my life I wanted to stay. And look where that got me. Hurt.