I’ve cut my loses and those ties.
For this is the end of you and I.
This pain and heartache that you’ve given to me is the path to the rest of my misery.
There is nothing left to say or do, we are though.
Don’t talk to me, call me or look my way.
I’m as invisible to you as you are to me everyday.
As the world turns, I suffer.
Suffering equals my darkness and despair.