Moving on.

I don't fucking like you anymore.
I don't want to be with you, or spend anymore fucking time with you.
I'm tired was wasting my time.
I'm tired of being treated like fucking nothing.

Go back to her.
I hope you work it all out, and have lots of babies, and live happily ever after.
I hope she treats you fucking well, because apparently I'm the only one who knows that she won't.
I hope you have fun with her, because you sure as fucking hell won't be hearing from me ever fucking again.

I knew this would fucking happen.
It's not that much of a suprise really, and still, I can't fucking beleive it.
I treated you so well, I did everything for you. I gave up so much for you. Spent my nights talking to you. Not studying, not doing assignments, not talking to my friends. No, I was fucking up late talking to you...and having to listen to you talk about her.

Well I hope you're happy now.
I spent months being here for you, being the one that you could rely on, being EVERYTHING YOU EVER FUCKING NEEDED.
And this is what happens?
You go back to the one person in your life that was the reason you were so miserable to start with.

You go back to her, you have no more reason to talk to me.

I was here to listen to you bitch and complain. If you're back with her, there's nothing left to complain about is there?
There's no reason for me to even fucking be around.

I hope it really does work out.
I hope she makes you feel special and cared for, just like you always said I did.

Who knows.
Maybe it won't work out with you two.
Then you can come back to me.
Just like everyone else aye. You need me when things aren't going PERFECTLY, but the second something good starts to happen, I can just piss off, right?
You don't really need me, or like me, or want to be with me. You need the attention, you like the attention, you want to be with the one who will give you the most attention.

And she's gotta be giving you plenty of fucking attention now, otherwise you might have fucking replied to me by now.
It doesn't take a whole lot to reply to a text, or answer a phone.
Guess she's giving you enough attention for the both of us. You don't need mine anymore.
Long as you're happy BABE.

Someday you might actually realise that when I gave you my attention, it was my FULL attention, and it was fucking sincere.
Unlike you.
So fuck you.

You've done this to me too many times now, this is where it stops.
This is where I draw the line.
I can only cry so much over you, and I'm way over my fucking limit.
Now I can't let myself cry again until next year. Thanks a fucking heap.

You don't care anyway though, right?
You've got her back, you couldn't give a shit about me.
Well don't stress. I'm happy she's back in your life. I'm happy you're working things out.
Maybe when you tell her that you like her, you'll actually mean it. Maybe when you say you want to be with her, you'll actually mean it.
Cuz you sure as fucking hell didn't mean it to me.
And I can't believe I ever let myself believe any of it.

I hope you get married, and have lots of babies, and live in a nice big house on the beach.
Cuz I'm fucking over you.