I’m so tired pretending that I’m fine. Every single day is a struggle since you left. Every night is a fight between my heart and mind. You’re probably flirting with other girls now, how fortunate for you when I’m left broken. But I guess it doesn’t really matter, because as you said I’m no one. I’ll just continue pretending that I’m fine and continue smiling when I’m completely broken. Because no matter what I do you’ll always choose someone over me, no matter what I do I would have never been enough, and no matter what I do someone will always be better than me and you’ll always choose that person over me. Even if I choose you a million times, you’ll never choose me.