I've decided to let you go.
To move on from you.
To just forget about you.
I've promised myself to quit thinking about you.
Or even talking about you.
One of the worse feelings is regret.
I'm filled with that because of you.
You made me be a bad person.
By telling me it was okay.
Your a liar.
A manipulator.
I'm glad your gone.
Your not a man.
Your a **** boy.