Every little thing...

Every little thing that makes me who i am is everything you have destroyed, at one time it was everything that you had fallen in love with. Every quirk, every thought, every stupid little routine that i do that you learned to accept, every word i write, every song i sing badly, every bad dance that i do that embarrases you when we're together, every little wish i make and every little dream i see work or become shattered; these are all the things that make me. So i guess its no surprise to hear that its damn well broke me to know that everything you loved about me is everything that you hated about me... i know you say its not my fault, its not me its you, nothing i could of done... maybe it would be easier to accept if it was...i still love you, one day i hope i can forgive you