We go in circles.

We fight and stab each other in the back.

You say, “If you loved me, you would give up talking to them.”

Yet, you can talk whoever you want.

We argue and fight. And then, when I am angry at you, you say,

“If you loved me you could see why it hurts me to see you upset at me.”

Even though when you don’t care how much it hurts me when you build a wall.

You just say, “Bye.” and you leave.

It doesn't bother you when it burns my chest.

It doesn't matter when it is me who is hurting.

We go running around our ellipses again.

You go and waste yourself on the weekends.

Your post on your story on how drunk you got.

“If you loved me you would understand why that I drink to forget my pain.”, you say.

It’s going to kill you. Don’t do it.

“And why not do it.”, you say.

Even though I can see how much it hurts you.

If you loved me you would wake up and realize how selfish you are.

If you loved me you would be able to see my point of view.

You don't love me. If you did you could see that I am the only person that loves with everything.

If you loved me then you would realize how much I want you.

If you loved me you would stop talking to them, they're not good enough.

If you loved me you would know how much I love you.