Be burning in my own fire, inhaling my own smoke...

I need you but i dont think i'll ever be welcome by you... okay then, okay.

I'm just not worth it, am i?

Oh i'll be gone after tomorrow, don't worry. You won't have to think about proper wording anymore. Or sounding friendly.

It's not that i don't mind... more like, i'm prepping myself for it already, because that's how it's gonna go... right?



People go away. Or they don't run after you. It just happens.