For me

I use to think love means putting them before you.

But how is that possible when they never really appreciated or even cared to noticed the things you do.

Petty fights turned physical, you pushed away. How stupid was I to beg you to stay.

I just knew we were worth the fight, that at the end of the night, we would be tight!

But the days and nights were nothing but rough, I would cry and beg and all you could do was play tough.

All I ever was guilty for, was loving you. Whole time I thought you loved me to, you were just out here, doing you.

I loved you, that was my biggest mistake. You know to think we were meant to be:

But times up baby, everything I do now, Is for me.

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