For the last time, I've given up.
And I keep saying it, but I mean it.
It's the final straw, and you've blown it. For the last time.
Seriously. I'm done with your $#@&. Grow up. Be the mature, responsible college student you and I both know you ought to be.
You have no frikin' idea how much you MEANT to me. None at all. Because if you did, you would've tried harder. You would've understood. You would've learned.
Is it too late to remind you how we were
And now our last days of silence scream and blur
Those words have never meant more to me than they have now. And it's so ironic - the same words once consoled you. I gave them to you. I practically SUNG them to you.
As much hate as you have probably imagined in this, I won't express it in public. I'll remain decent. I'll continue to kill you ever so easily with kindness. And then we'll just continue to drift apart until I can get away with removing you slowly from things in my life, and not have you notice. Because I'm sure you won't.
Frack. We had something special. Did you realize that? Were you even aware, without me having to remind you?
I told you I'd always love you. You said you knew, and that you were sure that I'd always be around to remind you. But what if I'm not around to remind you anymore?
