Why do we hurt the ones we love the most?

It's strange, I just couldn't seem to master the courage to pick up the phone and tell you I'm in love...

I toy around with my phone.. Dial your number and stare at the phone..
I finally called you today, told you I was in love and that I wanted all my things back.

It's really hard to explain how I feel, embarassed mostly.
There was no fucking doubt that it was by far one of the most painful breakups of my life, and I was all I-am-not-going-to-fall-in-love anymore.

But if there is one thing I've learnt, nothing is certain.
I mean, look at me now.
It kinda seems like I'm so full of shit in your eyes huh?
One moment I'm all I-will-never-love-anymore and now I'm head over heels.
Maybe you were right, staying friends only makes things harder.

I think I ripped your heart out telling you I'm seeing someone.
No. I know I ripped your heart out.
Fuck.
I really feel like fucking ass right now.
I should have listened.
I should have walked away when I could.
I'm sorry I hurt you.

I should have listened.

This one is for you my rocker.

I am sorry things turned out this way...

I'm sorry our forever only lasted this long.