it makes me furious that i don't hate you. you lie and lie and tell me you're fine, that i did nothing wrong. but darling i see those stares of anger and demise. it's always been hard for you to hide things behind those bright glossy eyes.
i know i am not good enough for you, and that is okay, but please don't make something up and tell me to stay.
being alone is better than constantly being told a made up story.
why does it hurt for me to say a couple words to you, let alone make eye contact, without having a heart attack? it hurts because i know you're not thinking about me, but i truly do hope you enjoy being free.
after all of this, our song sounds so bittersweet, so please tell me why i still have it on repeat?
sorry i wasn't smart or pretty enough, i'm sorry i didn't have a charming enough sense of humor for you, please don't cry,
goodbye.
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