November 20, 2005 1:56 AM
If I hurt you, I wouldn't be sorry.
I am sorry though, that I can't tell you how much I hate you for what you're doing to me. It might seem like small change to you, but it's a bigger cheque than I can cash.
I hope that if you read this you'll understand that rather than spend another few hours with you I walked home on my own.
I know I'm alone, I don't need you to fix it or try and fill in the holes that exist with spare parts you might have around.
You get me the most and it tears me to pieces that this is the way it is. You're not who you used to be.
A single tear has fallen from my eye just now. For you, I offer nothing more.
