Was it meant to hurt?
It stung. It most definitely stung.

I don't believe anything anyone says anymore.
Until someone stops lying to me.
Until they stop hurting me, and making my heart ache.
Until they listen to me.
Until they decide... that they were wrong. That they should of listened.
Because I ended up hurt, because they didn't listen. They didn't care.

Why should I believe you?
You, who only speaks of fond memories given by someone else?

I won't. It's a lie. You lied. Just like everyone else.

Because out of everyone I've met. Every damn person whom I thought wouldn't break my heart...
Broke it in the worst possible way they could.

By being the same.

So don't tell me you're different.
Don't tell me that you love me.
I'll just laugh at you.
But I'm not laughing at you, as much as I'm laughing at me.

Because I believed people like you. I believed you. And you were everyone.

So don't tell me you're someone.
And I won't tell you either.
'Someones' just break your heart.