I let you get away with as much bad behavior as you wanted
because I was so afraid of losing you.
Every time something happened and you tried to leave
I did everything in my power to get you to stay.
I was not being treated the way I wanted,
yet I couldn’t rip myself away from you.
I had a void in my life, and you filled it.
So instead, I stayed.
I let every little lie slide, forgave you for anything and everything.
So how is it that you’re the one that left?