I'm stopping right where I said I would.
This was quick, but not quite painless.
The old you was a virus inside my head.
The new you is a ghost I've never got to know, nor I wish to.
I hoped you choked in your own lies, like I wanted to cry you a fucking river and drown you in my own tears.
I promised myself it'd be as if you never existed.
Past tense.
Past tense.
I'm breaking that promise right here and right now.
You did exist. You left me when you wanted to. I'm not denying the obvious now, not anymore.
This is the last goodbye.
Goodbye and thanks for the memories.
