You're still over-reacting about small things such as why you left in the first place. You say the thought of me is haunting, I'm whispering but you never listen to the ghost. You never listen. I don't know what I have to do. I crack my rib cage open for you, to prove you stole my heart. And you hold the envelope that contains what you stole, I hope it burns your hands like your eyes burned my soul. I hope it hurts. I hope you cry. I hope you mail it back to this old friend. I hope it hurts. I hope you cry. And I hope that you wonder why. And you wanted closure, well here it is. Goodbye.. goodbye..
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