Apologies have been written on napkins and engraved in my mind. They've been recorded through voicemail and scribbled on letters in the mail.
I'm here to tell you they never made it to the heart because they never came from a heart.
They were played out and over used.
I forgot to tell you I was into originality.
I forgot to mention that your words and breaths were wasted on someone who didn't care.
I forgot and played along.
I'm determined to rebuild myself. I'm keeping some things the same, but I'm changing you and my thoughts on you. I'm not quite sure what's going to keep me going anymore; there was a time when I lived for your praise and approval, a time when I lived for our fights.
I feel like I've been walking down a deserted road with snow falling from the sky.
My spring is about to come and I'm leaving you in winter.
The flowers in my garden have been blooming just fine without your attention.
I've convinced myself that I'm going to be okay.
These wounds will become scars to remind me of what we did wrong.
I'm going to move on.
I'm setting my mind free.
