i'm not surprised things turned out this way
i know you too well
i know your story, i know what you're like
i only remember them because of how i loved your story, how i loved what you're like
but it's unsurprising that it's exactly what undoes your puppet strings
you fall limp to the floor, wishing that at least one of the strings could noose around your wooden stick neck
and i can't say that i didn't expect this
because i know you, i loved you, and now i can't stand you