Before he left, I thought I had it all.
And when he left, it all went away.
I loved him. And I told myself that he was the one.
Well I got reality handed to me harshly.

He's wasn't the one.
Him and I spent months loving each other.
Or what I though was love.
And all those months when we told each other everything,
They were gone within minutes.

If I could go back to that May when it all started,
I wouldn't have said things I said,
I wouldn't have spent those walks home with him,
I wouldn't have done any of it.

But what's done is done.
I can't change any of it...
Even though I wish I could.