(I AM THE OCEAN)

I miss you. I miss meaning something to you. I thought I was someone important to you. You made it seem for years like that too, but turns out you were just leading me on. It´s like you didn´t mean any of the things you said. Our memories make me wonder "how did we let go so easily?" You act like it´s you against the world but it´s really just you against yourself. I´m sick of trying. I´m sick of trying to get close to you again. I´m sick of wondering what I did wrong. Would you risk a good friendship for a better relationship? I´m sick of being second choice. It´s always my fault, isn´t it?