It's bullshit. You were bullshit. What the actual hell. You were full of shit. And I thought it was love. You never really cared. Because if you did. You would've let me go from the first time you fucked up. You wouldn't have asked for a chance. You wouldn't have listened to me cry. You would've stopped and left. But you're so full of shit. I don't need to get over you. I was over a long time ago. I just wished you would've seen me. Actually see me for what I was in front of you. Begging on my knees but i guess my boobs were too small to catch your eyes. Maybe you didnt realise my existence and feelings by accident. You didn't see it, which is why you never realised it was over until I was gone. Now all I have left is pain. But I'm done. It's time to bury the body. Don't worry. I'll bring flowers. I mean I'm burying my wasted efforts. My wasted tears. My wasted virginity. My wasted time. And I have you to thank. My first but never last love?