Before its too late..

The ways I loved you
The messages I gave you
The love I showered you
The kisses I made each night for you
it loses its meaning
for me, for now

I never wanted to love you less as each passing day
I never wanted to feel bored over you
I swore I would never get tired of loving you
I could be whatever you wanted me to be
Whatever you dream of me to be

We ended up switching roles.
You grew tired, you loved less, you cared less
Ive loved less, got hurt more.

Let's leave this arguent here for now, I'll sleep feeling the worst while you think I'll be just fine.