Why did you have to go?
Was I not good enough to be the apple of your eye?
Did I become boring and drab? Out of style?
I've spent months and months pondering over the little word 'why',
but still I have yet to find an answer.
I blame myself day after day, and cry alone when no one is watching.
I thought what we had was perfect and lovely,
but to you I wasnt good enough to stay.
You lied more than a con artist,yet girls crawl at your feet asking for a dance.
I know its been a while, and I know you've treated me like dirt in the end
but I can't help the fact that I still want you here.