You had other people to be around.

People, who were much more important than me.

People, who supposedly cared for you.

So you left.

You left me.

Left me to pick up the broken pieces of my heart.

Left to pick up the broken pieces of me.

And it made me wonder.

Made me think.

Made me wrack my brains cells around each other.

Why wasn't I good enough for you to stick around?