"What am I going to do with my life?"
The breath catches in my chest...
I don't know what to tell him.
He's pleading and begging for me to answer him...
But for some odd reason
I cannot console him.
It's been six long months since I've heard his voice
Six long months that I've taken the time
To let my heart heal.
I have no compassion anymore.
"I've always imagined you as a teacher -
a person who actually gave a fuck..."
"I only gave a fuck about you."
Why now? Why now? Why are you doing this now?
The man that I envisioned spending the rest of my life with...
The man that I thought I could share my everything with..
My first - the one that I thought would have been my only...
Why are you doing this to me now?
I'm over you -
Stop begging.
I'm done with you -
When will you stop chasing me?
It's been nine months since that phone call...
Nine months since I thought my head was going to explode.
I'm done with you
I have no feelings for you at all.
Too bad that your feelings will never change.
I was trapped in that unhealthy relationship.
I was the shit on the bottom of the shoe.
The only reason that I don't miss you - and that you miss me
Is because I was the one that was treated like shit
While you were treated like royalty.