Why bring me down with you?
I’m trying to get along and forget.
And you call crying and begging for forgiveness.
Filling my ears with promises.
Promises that I think are all bullshit.
Saying we can work on things, things that I no longer want to deal with.
I know for a fact we could work things out.
And maybe things will be perfect at first.
But it will creep up on me.
And I’ll make myself miserable.
I’ll do it to myself, simply thinking about the past.
And how you fucked me up.