You took a clean shot, hitting the one thing I held most dear.
I thought I was strong enough and smart enough to avoid being hurt.
But here I am, trapped in the unfairness of it all, struggling to break free.
Why did I let you win?
Why did I let you get under my skin?
Did you know how much it meant to me? Or was it never in your mind?
Perhaps I was too open, too trusting, too bl援交ind to see that you were never really holding me.