there is no use in seeing you anymore
i want to be mad at you
part of me wishes you gave me a reason to say mean things about you to my friends, roll my eyes when you walk by
but you've done nothing wrong
i am the wrong
you've gone now
im not right enough to make you stay, just like every other person
its so ironic because i recognise that its my fault
i blame my behaviour on a 592 day old heartbreak and brush it off as trauma
and you tried so hard to understand
i didn't let you though
i have no right to see you anymore
