Wasted

You always said it was gonna be fine. You can't do that anymore. No, don't even think about it. I will never be going back again.

"Not this time", she said.

You knew though. I can't let you roam inside my head. There is just no way I would allow you to get in. Too long, too hard.

So don't even think about reaching me, I won't be home. And don't you think about stopping by. Actually, don't even think of me at all.

You can keep your sorrows and regrets, I'm not leaving here. I did what I have to do, you did what you wanted to do. Now just let me continue to blame you.

I've tasted it and I escaped it. I am never coming back again. Five and counting. For a life wasted. I am never looking back again.

Never.


HHHHH