Used and abused. Broken and scarred. Battered and bashed. Remains of your, deceit and lies, from behind my back. I'm sick of it, done with that. I'm moving on, and not turning round; Not again. I gave you your chances but u keep goin back. I tried to work, this whole mess out. But now I see. It's clear to me. You want him, or him. But whoever it may be I can see, That its clearly not me. but u keep pretending that u want me im done with your lies im done with you i thought we could work this out but as ive had time to think about it its not worth it not worth my time ill get through this and in the end you'll be the one regreting it.