I do not want you anymore.

Why are you still here?

Clogging up my pores,

clogging up my hairs, follicles, and fears.

You want my tears?

Well, you can't even have those.

When I was about to cry you were probably thinking,

OH! Let me get those.

Those weren't the words she wrote,

but the words she thought.

Because someone got sneaky and thought he wasn't gonna get caught.

Now he's in the bed thinking to himself, oh shhhhhh

But you're not better than me.

No one is better than me.

In fact!

No one is better than nobody.

So what makes you think you're so different than me?

Funny thing is....

I don't.

I just want what I want and who I want,

but no I can't because at the end of the day I still don't really know me.