It's okay.

"Just go" you said. "Not forever, just for now". But what's the difference? What's the difference? What's the point? Let's be honest. You already had your mind made up before I even had the chance to plead my sorry case. But it's okay. Fast forward a couple months. I hate myself. I hate my friends. So fucking what? (So fucking what?) It's sad that it has come to this, but it was obvious. I could feel it in the way you held my hand like you were holding on to something you no longer want to have. I know, I know it's nobody's fault, but my own. "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm just glad to see you go". Could you imagine the sinking that my chest felt after hearing something like that? Of course you can. I bet you have. I bet it's keeping you up nights. I bet it doesn't. Who am I kidding? Who am I trying to convince? I know, I know it's nobody's fault, but my own. "And I never thought I'd say this, but I'm just glad to see you go". I know, I know it's nobody's fault, but my own, my own. I know, I know it's nobody's fault, but my own. And it haunts me. Every single word you said but I never thought I'd say this. But I never thought I'd say this. But I never thought I'd say this. But I never thought I'd say this. But I never thought I'd say this. It's okay. It's okay. Not forever. Not forever. Just for now.