If you don't like being hurt, then please, don't stay.

And when it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face?

You know what? No. Get out. I'm tired of hearing about how nothing in your life is good enough...including me.

And I can't let you let me down again.

So take your cold, cold heart and drown, and don't forget to take deep breaths.

I could explode, you never know, it would suit the moment perfectly.

And the best that you could hope for is hardly the best.

Finding my own words, my own little stage, my own epic drama, my own scripted page. Send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears, maybe you'll read it, and I'll reappear.

I don't run from you. I walk slowly, and you don't care neough to stop me.

You think you're not worthy. I'd have to say I agree.