Over. Done. Now. Soon. How?

This is done.

This is over.

I hate this.

I quit!

Don't pretend you want me around!

It makes me so sick!

I'm so sick!
I'm so sick!

I'm so sick of it!

So you glare with anger,

Converting your pain.

Pushing it off to me,

As if we're one and the same.

UGH!

Just go to your movie

And laugh with your friends!

Get into a fight!

Have some real fun tonight.

Yeah...

Right.

Enjoy the boy

That you don't even love.

Enjoy him because

You love watching me

Bite my lip.

You know that.

You think he's a toy!

You're humoring him!

You have no feelings for him!

You say, "Why are you so mad?"

"Why are you so sad?

Huh...

Well.

Like you care.

Like you know.

Abandon me again

So you can crawl back

When your date is over,

And then we can do this

Again and again.

Until he is sick of you.

You knew,

I knew

It will be as fast.

 As it is true.