I'm alone.
I thought you cared.
Really truly cared.
I've told you everything.
All of my secrets.
But apparently that's not enough.
You use me when you need me,
otherwise, I don't exist.
I know what you're doing,
but I just keep coming back,
hoping maybe one day you'll change,
and maybe love me.
I know in the back of my mind,
you'll never feel the same way I feel for you.
But I can't seem to stop,
and it's killing me.