The Future Of Us. Poem by Josh B.

I can't stand you
You're dead to me
I guess that was just how it was meant to be

I want you to feel the same way about me
So you'll be out of my life
Hopefully for good this time

Go ahead and Say I'm mean, remember I don't care anymore.

Three strikes you're out and without a doubt you've surpassed 3
Go ahead and have your 'friends' call me it doesn't fucking phase me
Get used to this cuz this is the future of you and me