I remember when you used to go get the nurse at achool when I scrapped my knee. You'd be with me when I cried when the school nurse put the rubbing alcohol on my cuts, now you're the one that gives me cuts, but this time on my heart. I thought you cared more than this. I guess I was wrong.
You've blown off every chance. You used what should have made you try harder as a reason to quit. I'm still in love with who you could be, but I can't tolerate who you are. You've forced me to choose, and I. Choose. Me.