I know you’re only trying to convince yourself when you declare you’re not using me.
I know you’re trying to sound hurt and innocent when you use that voice.
I know you were young and innocent once. We robbed each other of that.
I know we’ll never be married.
I understand that sometimes my tears are the only way to get you to stop thinking about yourself for a few moments.
I understand you showed those pictures to your friends because I am like your trophy.
I hate that I’ve told you all I know and understand… and everything remains the same.