Terminus, end of days. Let's stop holding on to dead things.
Come, let's admit there is no love here anymore but you feel bad if you let me go. I don't need you to force yourself to care for me. We're both ain't kids no more. I don't need no sympathy. I don't need you.
You thought I wouldn't notice the details.
Fuck you because I do. Fuck me because I choose to play along.
Limits is me saying this is the last time a couple of thousand times but always finding my ways back to you.
I want this to be a turning point.
Throw away your plastic concern, discard your intention of keeping me around. I'm a liability, I'm replaceable, so you don't have to keep saying things you don't mean.
I see right through you. The love is gone. But you're still trying to hold on to my ghost. But I will make you let go of me. I will be the one to make you hate me.
