You admitted to only telling me what I want to hear
for your own satisfaction by the end of the night.
Well i'm sorry I didn't provide you with the satisfaction you intended on getting,
even though I'm really not sorry at all.
I wrote about you so much and maybe that means i'm absolutely stupid.
Maybe that means I have no brain in my head whatsoever
and then again maybe I do because your picture is sitting in my garbage can and that is the picture I took of you the night we went to the forest.
The art of deception and the art of using one another
are both things that we have mastered better than anyone in the world.