And every time I come to this place 
I try to tell myself this is the last time. 
And every time that I see your face 
I try to tell myself that this is goodbye. 
But still I find myself coming back to you. 
In the back of my mind I know it's the right thing to do. 
I try to tell myself that I've made my mistakes 
and I'm taking them all back. You try to tell me 
Looking back on all the things that we shared, 
these things are so hard to let go. 
Looking back I wonder if you ever cared; 
is that something I'll ever know? It's hard to admit, 
but eventually I'll have to face the facts. 
After all this shit, it doesn't mean one thing to you that I want you back. 
I will compromise if you promise me this.