to read what I write is to experience who I am

I can remind you every day
of all the things that I have done wrong,
of all the people that wouldn’t stay,
of all the places I couldn’t belong.

But you’re already on your way out,
I know that nothing will stop you.

I can recall all the dark nights,
where I blaimed myself for everything.
But never would I let myself cry
over the trouble that I got myself in.

‘Cause you’re already on your way out,
I know that nothing will stop you.

I am who I am and nothing will change that,
I’ve made wrong decisions, but so have you.
I can fight for you and beg you to not leave,

but you’re already on your way out…
I knew that you would leave too.

I’ll create new bad habits and tear myself down,
finish it off till it’s all wasted and gone.
When you are back, you’ll find me on the ground,
why did you wait, what took you so long?