I used to think that I knew you. That I could call you my friend.
But now too much has happened, things must come to an end.
I don’t want to talk to you, I just can’t tell you why.
I just hope so very much that I don’t make you cry.
But thinking back to all the times when you hurt me like it was nothing.
Make me realize I’m better off, then sitting here while bluffing.
I don’t want a fake friendship, I don’t want to deal with your lies.
So much more is clear now, I’m seeing you with fresh eyes.
You’ve hurt me so deeply now, I don’t even think you really see,
That things are black and white now, I’m not unsure of your schemes.
I’m sorry for no explanation, I might give it with time.
I’m not sorry though, for leaving, this life needs to be mine.