Lying to myself gets me nowhere, I've made no progress. I could tell you everything, but would it really matter? You're leaving and would you really care? I know what you're doing, you think you're being slick and trying to make it harder for me. You have to have me now and you're afraid I've moved on, you're afraid I've forgot about you, you're afraid of your worst fears coming true. You're confused and hurt and alone. I know this because we're the same. I know you like the back of my hand. I know you more then I want to know you anymore. I refuse to let you win. It hurts me more then you'll ever realize, it hurts to be strong.