I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know what I was doing. He said I talk too much.z I said he didn't talk enough. I fall once. I said we get in a fight ever week. He said you always start. I fall again. He said he knows everything about me.    I said you don't know the half of it. There I go for the third time. I guess I really like you and guess you liked me but I messed things up, at least that's what you lead me to believe. I try to make thing better then we fall again. I put up a front in my head that causes me to think things are great when you are probably out with some other girl. He hit me with a bunch of hits, but this time was different. I fell and shattered into a million pieces. I  picked up the pieces and put myself back together. And I move on.