No two wrongs make a right.
But you won't give up this fight.
You made your choice clear.
So don't look for me because I'll be here.
In a place I can call my own.
Where I never feel alone.
You chose him over me.
So stop calling and let me be.
I gave you too many chances.
And far too many passes.
Now I've had it, I'm done.
I am no longer your hun.
I won't tell you "I told you so".
Because you made your choice and I let you go.
Your something I will never comprehend.
He better be worth it in the end.
