It’s over. He’s gone.
I’m saying good bye. I’m trying.
With one leg still in the door i keep looking as far away as i can
But my leg is stuck and he’s not about to pull me in.
It’s time for me to leave even though I can’t believe it.
I wish it meant more but I never belonged here. I was invited as a guest to spend a night and now that’s past.
I’m not needed at all and it’s time for me to take my broken insides, cry alone in pain and leave.
itsnevertheend 