• I'm tired of endless wondering,
    wondering what to do next.
    I'm annoyed of not knowing,
    not knowing who you are.
    I'm too sick to handle the pain,
    the pain of my broken heart.

    I can't believe you did this.
    I can't believe you cared.
    I can't believe you used to listen.
    I can't believe you used to be there.

    Good intentions can lead to hurt,
    I know that all too well.
    I keep holding on to who you used to be,
    because I can't let go.

    Look at me now.
    I know I'm better off without you.
    I'm sure it doesn't seem so.
    Other people call me crazy.
    Insane.
    Weird.
    A social outcast.

    Maybe I am...
    and it was all your fault.