Sometimes I really don’t care if you leave me. Only because I know you’d mad regret it when no one was there for you. Boy, do you take me for granted. Sometimes I’d wish you’d like, no, forreal, I do. So I could see you be the desperate one begging for my attention. When you’re all alone. And sometimes, I feel nice thinking about you, in that big bed all by yourself. Thinking real hard about what you had. And I hope you sit there beating yourself up for being such ass. Every time I came through for you. Listened to all your shit. Staying up crazy late and smoking cigarettes with you till the sun came up. Just talking. Just chilling. Like shit, man, we didn’t need anybody. You and I against everything & anybody. Sometimes I think if you came running back I’d take you with open arms believing you would treat me like you cared this time around. But sadly for you, I’ve been around this block way to many times. Nothing ever changes, and that’s the truth. I’m the girl that’s way to easy to take for granted. So baby I hope you figure things out, work through your shit and let me know. But just know either way, stay or leave. I will be more than fine. You don’t have to worry about me. I promise.