I hope the thought of me hurts you and tears you to shreds,
And makes you never want to see me again.
I hope you fight yourself back from calling me,
every time you look at a picture that reminds you,
and you come as close as picking up the phone.
but you never make it to the dial-tone.
Because I will keep denying your calls
and your texts,
Just to try to get a rest
because you were draining
and it’s raining in my life now.
I’m trying to recover
from all of the pain
you caused that I discover
every time you lied.
I can see them all now.
when you were at my bedside,
I died a little inside
when you told me you would leave.
You never supplied the truth,
that’s why had to leave you.