And Im through and through again.
Youre on my mind, the things you said still rattle through my head.
Its no surprise what youve done this time.
I wish that you were dead.
But Im torn in two, if I only knew the things that you never meant for me to hear.
How does it feel to know that everything you say is just a way for you to try and understand why all your friends are distant?
Were really wishing that youd leave.
Im the victim of your contradictions and criticisms.
They seem to never end.
Youre so depressing, always neglecting everything you have.
Im no concern to you, just one more past regret.
I wish we never met.
Youve just been pushing away, and Ive been there before.