Chosen to suffer

These times are golden
These times are treasure
These are the kind of times that make bad weather better

Things are great and cant go wrong
That is until you know who calls

She breaks my heart and tears my soul
Leaving claw marks to make her damage known

Yet things got better after she left
The pure insanity was great for kicks

But I moved on without a hitch
Thinking that she'd keep being that bitch

Never thinking I'd speak to her again
But now she thinks were best of friends

Making plans and dates to hang out
Always promising that it would work out

But like her being herself
She blew me off to many times to tell

Ill need more fingers and more toes
To count the times shes said "oh no"

Its become routine to hear her reasons
For blowing me off almost all season

You'd think by now she'd leave me be
Breaking me down just isn't her thing

She wants me to suffer more than I have
Knowing that she'll never be back

But I guess I'm one that's chosen to suffer
Its not like I asked for this or somethin