I wouldn't actually forgive you for what you have done doesn't that sound pleasing? because for me a thing forgiven is a thing forgotten... and you wouldn't want me to forget you.... i am gracing you with the gift of memories of all the mishaps you created ... killing a part of me awarding you a path of misery to lay yourself to follow after all we all want something to look down on our ruins rememberance is the essence of not letting your wretched deeds go oblivious in a very confined space in my head there's a door and there you happily dance with my rage and torment and i tend to ring the bell of that door every moment I won't be the one that i once used to be for you