Why call me and tell me you love me? Why put yourself through this? Darling theres only two roads. Love me or move on. I'm tired of you trying to build a path between. I left because you won't let it go. Holding on to every little thing it'll **** you.
Maybe that's all you want is attention. It makes since when I look at your scars and when you sleep around like a *****. You want me to keep caring well guess what I don't. I'm tired of being used by you. Dealing with your *******. Get over yourself and try growing up just enough to get on with your life. I'm happy. Are you?