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I had this whole speech written in case, no. When, when you came around to text me. My speech was epic, coulda started a movement. So monumental that i actually thought it coulda finally made you understand what i've been trying to stay all along. It went something like this:
You don't deserve to see me before you get in nor after you get out. You chose for it to be this way. I had fought for three years for this to work, and you just seemed to have every excuse and action for it to not. So think about that while you sit in a cell with no one but yourself and the guy you share it with. Cause me? i'll be fine. I dont need anybody and i sure as hell dont need somebody who doesnt need me. I told you you'd regret it when i left. So don't be surprised when you finally walk out of that place with no one there to give you a hand and tell you everythings better now. So don't call, don't text. Just dont even think about me.
It coulda been some epic moment that brought you a moment of clarity. But of course, you didn't call, you didnt text. I dont even know why it surprises me anymore. You'll never change and i've wanted to for so long believe that you would. Not that i would change you, but that you would finally get it. Get that i love you with everything i have. That i'd never leave you. That i would have taken a bullet for you. But you don't get that. You never will. And i don't plan on trying to convincing you anymore. It's pointless, cause you only want what you need in that moment. Convenience is your lifestyle. And now loneliness is its new best friend. This time i mean it. This time its for real. I'm not going to bullshit myself. It's going to be hard but i'd rather do this, than take the pain you give me. The sadness that holds in my heart when you don't call, dont even think of me. So i'm going to return the favor. You may call me, text me write, me, but i doubt you will, but you may do it but don't expect a respond back. All you'll get is silence. The same thing i got from you this weekend. Pathetic really. Sitting by my phone, hoping, wishing you'd call. You nevver do. You never will. I could wait a lifetime for you to call, and i know you'd make me wait forever. But i'm done. This time, it's me leaving you. For the first time, i'm the one backing out. My gloves are up, and i'm ready to flight.
You don't deserve to see me before you get in nor after you get out. You chose for it to be this way. I had fought for three years for this to work, and you just seemed to have every excuse and action for it to not. So think about that while you sit in a cell with no one but yourself and the guy you share it with. Cause me? i'll be fine. I dont need anybody and i sure as hell dont need somebody who doesnt need me. I told you you'd regret it when i left. So don't be surprised when you finally walk out of that place with no one there to give you a hand and tell you everythings better now. So don't call, don't text. Just dont even think about me.
It coulda been some epic moment that brought you a moment of clarity. But of course, you didn't call, you didnt text. I dont even know why it surprises me anymore. You'll never change and i've wanted to for so long believe that you would. Not that i would change you, but that you would finally get it. Get that i love you with everything i have. That i'd never leave you. That i would have taken a bullet for you. But you don't get that. You never will. And i don't plan on trying to convincing you anymore. It's pointless, cause you only want what you need in that moment. Convenience is your lifestyle. And now loneliness is its new best friend. This time i mean it. This time its for real. I'm not going to bullshit myself. It's going to be hard but i'd rather do this, than take the pain you give me. The sadness that holds in my heart when you don't call, dont even think of me. So i'm going to return the favor. You may call me, text me write, me, but i doubt you will, but you may do it but don't expect a respond back. All you'll get is silence. The same thing i got from you this weekend. Pathetic really. Sitting by my phone, hoping, wishing you'd call. You nevver do. You never will. I could wait a lifetime for you to call, and i know you'd make me wait forever. But i'm done. This time, it's me leaving you. For the first time, i'm the one backing out. My gloves are up, and i'm ready to flight.