Why must he know everything that hurts me inside

Why must he hurt me every chance he gets

Why even after all this time can he just start to hurt me out of no where

My first love

Is now the only one that can hurt me.

He knows just what to say

Just what to do to make me feel like the bad guy

I wish that the past could just be past

That life could just go on

But the past exsist inside

No matter how much time drifts by

The question is still WHY