Apologetically Sorry I don't know exactly what I did wrong, But I'm sure it was a problem I couldn't help by myself. Was the problem your shyness plagued awareness? Is it really my fault you couldn't speak up? I was beautiful, you told me I was smart, you told me But all that went away Just like your brain cells. Was it an issue of money? That I couldn't afford your spoiled rich child fetishes? I'm sorry that you are going to be shocked when your perception dies, I'm really not sorry at all, because you don't deserve it. I am not callous, And I am not disgusted by you I know that you are going to fail miserably Just like you made me feel. AND I FUCKING DON'T LIKE YOU YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ME, HOW I AM GOING THROUGH DEPRESSION. IT WAS ALL ABOUT MAKING YOU HAPPY. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? NOW THAT YOU GOT YOUR DICK SUCKED, BLOWN BY SOMEBODY WHO IS MUCH BETTER, RIGHT? I'M NOT BITTER, I'M REAL.... Now do you get the deal?
