KEEP OUT
Written in bold letters.
Written in my blood.
Written in my death.
No matter what I do.
I can't keep you out.
Out of my head and out of my life.
You say it's my choice.
But at the end of the day it's his.
I know he loves me.
He says it everyday.
But how can I believe him.
When you're still here.
It's not my choice of I want you around.
It's his.
At the end of the day he loves you more.
This sounds like I'm angry...
But I'm not.
Not at him.
I'm angry at you.
I am just his son.
you are his girlfriend.
And he chose you.
