Your constant craving for attension disgusts me.
I need space.
I've played every moment of my recollection through my mind,
50 times at least.
There's a million things I could have done differently,
but the same goes for you as well
I know I'm flawed
I also know you weren't ready
but you weren't pushed
just as I wasn't pulled
every minute spent was a choice
we just made different ones
so at this moment my choice is
I won't let you affect me again
last time my heart beats out of my chest
last time my stomach turns in knots
last time you make me physically sick
last time I feel anger for what I don't understand
last time, last time, last time.
I hope your statements was satisfying
because I am no longer concerned with what you have to say.