Who does he think he is? And why does he think that he can do this to me? Because I did it to him? Yeah, well. That was me. He's not allowed to be the me in this relationship.
I want my bed I want my room I want my friends I want my tomb I want comfort I want pain I just want to fell again I want to scream that I hate you and I want you to know that this thing is through it's not ever new it's not something I'll do again This is the end forever and ever a-fucking-men.