I'm going to be stretched to the point of exhaustion, fatigue.
I will say one final day, that you don't mean anything to me.
And I will move on, no matter how much you may think of me in the end.
Cause I'm not there to know, I'm not there to feel the same way.
I'll just erase you. Only leaving a trail of dust, remains of something meaningful but when the wind blows, there's nothing left.
It's easy enough at this point.
I'm better off with someone else.
You wouldn't know who I'm talking about.
Until I actually do, erase.
And then you'll finally know how I feel about you. Bitch.