Word on road is I’m not who I used to be
All the texts in your phone make it hard to disagree
It’s not all love and hugs anymore
Remember how I was always the one that cared more
Now all you have is the name I have tatted on my arm
Now all she wants to do is cause you the same harm
My soul is dressed in black and I couldn’t care less
Meanwhile, he thinks about you less and less
Kind of like what you did when I finally figured you out
How does it feel to feel like you’re not cared about
Valentine's Fall 
Great post 😁