This will be brief, seeing as how you don't deserve a long explanation:
For 9 months I worshiped you.
I put you on a pedestal that reached up above mountains.
I promised I would treat you better.
I defended you. I believed in you. I loved you.
(Devoutly even, to the most unconditional degree)
And you can NEVER say that I didnt prove it.
But here we are. How does it feel standing in the midst of your destruction?
How does it feel knowing we can never be the same?
I'll never go back to you because you break me down so badly,
So I'm hoping you understand me clearly when I say
GO FUCK YOURSELF