Move on. Trust me, I want you to.
Nothing would make me happier than seeing you happy
in the arms of a girl who would do
and be all the things you wanted from me
that I just couldn't bring myself to become.
Move on. But do it in a healthy way.
Which doesn't mean blowing your heroin
smoke in some poor girls face as she sways
away from you, clutching her son, trying not to make comparisons
to her abusive ex-boyfriend.
Move on. But if I see you lying
I'll call you out. Dude, I can't let that happen
because I can't stand by as I see you trying
to do the same to her as you did to me. imagine
if you just treated women with respect.
Move on. I wouldn't wish your abuse on my worst enemy.
The manipulation and trauma, it's hard to watch
even now. I just have too much empathy
for others. I observe them try to dodge
your abuse. Girls help Girls. That's what I'll do.
Move on. Don't blame me for why you can't
you sick little boy, I'm having none of it.
You can't be abusive and expect life to grant
you a girl who will just take it.
We are so much more than that.
