It's obvious that I have no real place in your life, other than in your pocket.
You say you miss me but is it the same way I miss you? Or do you just miss the way I can fill temporary voids?
I am just a fantasy. An illusion of love. If I were important, you'd count me as one of the few that would be allowed to spend time with you.
I'm not. That hurts more than i will ever let you know.











