I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you

I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

On my own, cause I can’t take living with you
I’m alone, so I won’t turn out like you want me to

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

You know what, I'm going to say this, and I'm going to say it here, and then I'm going to be done.

I don't know what's going on with you, nor do I want to know. I'm done. I do know some of what you think. About me. About what went down. About what I'm doing and who I am. I do know some of what you say/have said/will say behind my back, but I'm over it. I'm over what was, and I'm over what is. I don't need you. I don't know if I ever needed you, though I think our relationship did serve a purpose of some sort. Good things DID come of it.

But now, the charade you put on? The game I play along with? My feelings have been genuine, and it wasn't until our most recent conversation that I finally laid them to rest.

I'm done. It's over. And I don't want any of it back, even if the occassional trip down memory lane seems like a good idea.

This is where I say goodbye. This is where it fades to black. This is where I shut that door and listen to that echo of finality. And I know you will talk, I know you will bitch, and I know my name will be dragged through the mud and back, but it's time for me to burn that bridge.

*shuts the door firmly, turns, and walks away*