I don't get it

You said I'm importent to you but you still make me feel like I'm not worth your time

Nothing hurts more than being dissapointed by the single person you though would never hurt you

. . .

And no, I'm not talking about today or yesterday

I'm saying this in general

At school it's like you're confused about us then you dissapear and your promises mean nothing

You'd rather be a friend than put in the effor to be a boyfriend

Unlike you, at least I try to make you feel wanted

I hope you're having fun cause you sure as hell don't tell me anything

And after this, I hope you see the reason I stick around; I believe you can and will change

I'm sorry for being a big waste of your time

Don't talk to me later or tomorrow if you don't plan on making an effort

See you Monday. . .

And by the way, Salve caritate, means "Hello, Love" in Latin