I can't stop.

No matter how hard I try. You are there. You're not there for me. But you're there. I help you with everything and anything and you still treat me like crap. Like the fuck... I love you. I can honestly say that but you don't know how to treat people. You've changed and it sucks... and I legit found the perfect guy. But I still think of you. I don't have feelings for anyone but you it hurts.