Bittersweet
I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice. I’m mad for always apologizing for things i didn’t do. I’m mad for getting attached. I’m mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I’m mad for thinking about you and most of all, for not hating you when I should.

I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice. I’m mad for always apologizing for things i didn’t do. I’m mad for getting attached. I’m mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I’m mad for thinking about you and most of all, for not hating you when I should.

Even though I’m moving on, I will never forget you. All because you were my first true love. And there will come a time in my life when I will thank you for that because by you breaking my heart, it made me a little bit stronger and you made me a little bit closer to finding the one that I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with. The scary thing is; all the pain you put me through, with the snap of your fingers I’d run back so fast. So I bet you love to know you can have me at any moment you want.

Even though I’m moving on, I will never forget you. All because you were my first true love. And there will come a time in my life when I will thank you for that because by you breaking my heart, it made me a little bit stronger and you made me a little bit closer to finding the one that I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with. The scary thing is; all the pain you put me through, with the snap of your fingers I’d run back so fast. So I bet you love to know you can have me at any moment you want.