I am so close to hurting you because I don't want to be hurt anymore, its getting so hard to restrain myself.
You're not the same.
I can't believe I'm still doing **** for you and always thinking of you. Crying for you just from the conversations..
I miss you.
(****** I'm so masochistic.)
You're not even an ******* anymore. You know that? You're getting to the point where you're about to jump into thr deep end, past *******, into a point of no return.
Thanks a lot.

No song.
Just my wails.