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Regardless of the words that follow I promise I'm not bitter

But after all the things we've been through, you became a quitter

I know I didn't give my all, I acted like a prick

And once the wound became a gash there was no way to fix

No point in wasting all these lines in words that deal with stress

Despite the course that ran us through I couldn't love you less

But even now without you here it's hard to say these things

Like buzzing bees inside my mouth the feeling starts to sting

My friends, they warned me not to grieve inside my written posts

They said that if I want you back, to turn into a ghost

So here I have these useless words to put into a verse

I write them down to get them out so that I won't feel worse

Though you may never see these thoughts I hope to make it clear

That I may never get the chance to whisper in your ear

I'm turning all my devestation into something real

And showing everyone, but you, exactly how that feels