I feel like our relationship is a soda bottle shaken one too many times and let to spew. And maybe when it's all done, there's not enough left in the bottle for me to even want to keep. Maybe it's played out and done.
I know I shouldn't doubt that, I shouldn't doubt you, but you shouldn't make me doubt myself. I think I can surround myself with better people.
Those things needed to be said and I'm not sorry at all, because I'd do it all over again.
I'll let fate decide my way and decisions. You're not getting under my skin again.
I wish you would understand at least a bit.
