I guess I was wrong. I guess you were happy with where you were at, what you were doing, who you were with. I guess I never mattered.
I mean, it's fine, in the big scheme of my life. Honestly, boys will come and go, and you being one of them, but this time I just thought it was more. Not love exactly, just, a meaningful thing.
I can understand, how you got annoyed. I mean hell, I get annoyed with myself more than I do with anyone else. I mean, look at my qualities. Loud, rude, cussing, just obnoxious.
I am me, nonetheless. And when you told me you wanted me, I thought you meant all of me. I guess just the parts you liked.
I guess I was wrong, and I don't know if I was ever right.
Either way, I was ready to take the good with the bad, you just weren't.