I'm kicking the habit of needing you in my life,
Kicking the habit of wanting blood on my knife,
I'm moving on to a much better place,
somewhere where I, won't see your face.
I'm not caring about you,
you didn't care about me,
I don't need your attention,
that, I finally see.
I'm glad I've seen this light,
I'm grateful, now I know,
"us" couldnt be right.
I'm kicking the habit of wanting to kiss you,
kicking the habit of needing you near.
I'm kicking the habit of not knowing what to do,
kicking the habit, that's it, no more tears.
thats right im critiqueing myself.
its been 2 months since i wrote this i think. im back in my habit. i love him again. o well.