And I never thought about you much till I’m broken down and all alone.
Fuck you. You only talk to me when you need something. You only care about yourself. My problems don’t exist to you. I wonder if you even care how I’m doing. It would’ve been nice if you asked. I am only wanted when you fall apart, so I can put you back together and then you leave and I’m the one more broken than before. I’m sick of wasting my time on you. I’m so tired of caring about you when you don’t care about me. Thanks for nothing.
Honestly, fuck you. Fuck this. Fuck everything.