You wrote me off, so I'll write you on. You see, when you leave, you just provide inspiration. So in the end just who used who? It's pretty **** simple, "I used you." You probably wished I would sob away life. But that's so inhumane, why run, when I can fly? You probably thought, I'd plead you to stay, but nah.. to be honest, I'm feeling really okay. I don't care about the things you said, the things you did, or the things you tried so hard to hide. In two years or so, I won't even remember you're name. "He did that to me? Oh what a shame." Now for once, I'll give you what you want, and this time you can't complain. I'll write you into this poem, and soon enough you'll have fame.