when we meet again, we'll probably talk about the weather. because that's what people do when they grow apart.

Broke your heart because you let me.
Shared your glances because you begged me.
Walked away because you gave me no reason to stay.

Hate the way that people always dress the same.
Hate the way that broken glass always sounds the same.
Hate the way that hair always falls the same.
Hate the way that thoughts always end the same.
The bruised, the damned, and the better off.

They'll play a game of King of the Court.
The only giving to be done is the headache you'll get.

You were never anything but a headache.