You have a way of making me like you, and as soon as I like you, you like someone else, leaving me no choice to get over you. Once I’m over you, you come back around, and I fall again. The worst thing is every time I hear your name, I think about what we used to have, and all we could have then I think about how you only call when you want something, or when you're lonely. I hate being trash that you walk all over. So, this time, I'm getting over you. Off you go, love. :)