You had turned into an appendiceal being
So I decided to cut you out of my life
And it wasn't even that difficult
You didn't put up much of a fight
I thought I'd miss it, talking to you
But I don't, I don't miss being talked down to
I cut you out of my life and it was so easy
You slipped away quite seamlessly
Made sense, after all you served no purpose
You were nothing now but a rotting old mess
Vestigial people, they're always meant to be shed