In the past I told myself I'd let her leave me with no second thought
When she left I let her go but my heart seemed to remain connected
To the fact that she was my only
But she was in fact a poison that corroded my life
As it were I used any means to rid myself of her memory
Yet, no bottle was enough. no passion equaled hers
She left me alone too many times
just to come back and f.u.c.k me over again
I am no prisoner to that which does not hold me
She may of been the only thing I've ever loved but I will find another, won't I?
