I cry for the man to whom I was everything. The man I decided to turn my back to. Because he loved me more than I loved myself and I couldn't understand why. So why do I always fuck up things like that? Why do I run away when I'm told that I'm the one? Probably because I'm in a serious relationship with my own self-destruction.
I cry for the guy who wants me but doesn't. The guy that sees me as a mystery. That doesn't get me. That I probably scare a little. Because he's not used to seeing someone being so messed up.
Oh, and I also cry for the guy I used to love. The guy I used to know. The guy I try to hold onto, even though he's not there anymore. Even though I watched him drift away from me, slowly, years ago. It's like he died and somebody replaced him. It's like we're strangers. How can we be strangers?