Where did it all go so wrong… I can’t stop thinking about things I could have done. I don’t love you anymore, I don’t know what love is, but you’re still this lump in my mind that won’t go and everything goes back to you. Comparisons, and would you think about, and why aren’t you here and why did you leave me? Is it because I left you first? I don’t think I even want you back and I just wish I’d never met you. You’re a scar. The biggest scar I have. And I don’t know when it was you became so damn important.