SORRY

I'm sorry. I thought we could make it work.

Don't know what I'm talking about.
Over him. Over you. Over life.
No, I didn't mean to. I swear. You meant so much.
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Too bad it wasn't enough.

Nothing matters anymore.
Everyone means nothing to me.
Envy pulses through my every pore when you're with her.
Deserved it. I know I did. Do.

Yes. I miss what we used to have.
Obviously, though, we've both moved on.
Unfortuneately, for you, or for me, I want to keep it that way.