ugh*

I am just so utterly sick of you finding me every time I hide. Ruining things for me every time you come back around. I don't understand, you've left your mark - I've been scarred. Haven't you had enough? You let me slip right through your hands, I got away.

I didn't fight to save the love you never showed me, I just wanted my sanity. Shouldn't you know our fate by now?

This isn't goodbye, this is I hate you.

But I pray to God every night you'll find who's right for you some day, because it isn't me - not anymore.