it's become so hard to pull away from you. i can't stop thinking about you and the guilt increases more and more as every second goes by. i don't think i realize just what i've let go. i don't think i realize just what i've lost. but i take out your letters and i read what you've written to me over the past year and i realize that it's you who has lost a good thing. we've been playing this game of charades for months and i cant believe i didn't recognize your strategy until now. it wasn't me who let go of you, you were the one with the empty promises and the life that wouldn't take you anywhere. i try to face it every day that i'm better off. but i wonder what you tell yourself every morning when you have to look at yourself in the mirror. i'm sure you think i've forgotten all about the things you used to say to me. as long as i wasn't armed with your words then you could make me believe this was my fault. but i remember oh so clearly now, and there isn't anyone to blame but yourself. so turn that finger around, miss-put-the-blame-on-anyone-else. this is your fault. it was all layed on the table like some well though out plan. and i can tell i wasn't supposed to find out. but now that i've uncovered the truth, you have nothing to hide behind. no where left to run. so as long as were playing this game, its my turn, right? i wanted you and i to be us again. and thats all i thought about for ages. but now that i can't believe a word you say, i don't have a choice in what i'm supposed to do next. so i ship the evidence off to you with a goodbye letter that explains it all. all i have left of you is the memories we shared. i look at the pictures and i've never seen my smile so big. but now i look at myself in the mirror and i've never seen my heart so broken. congratulations, dollface. your wish to change me into a better person has come true. you just didn't think it would come true without you. "and the tears come streaming down your face. when you lose something you can't replace. when you love someone but it goes to waste. could it be worse?"