Just let me out. It's just so difficult to say. Hear me out. It's getting harder every single day. I'm stuck in between of saying what I mean, and what you want to hear. You gave up when I kept trying. I was honest, you were lying. The end of summer made us fall, and by December, we felt nothing at all. So let me go, I'm over it. I don't want to know. And I don't wanna know where you've been, who you're with, or what you said. Don't tell me everything that made you feel like giving up. Made you feel like giving up. So make this count, and I don't wanna hear it. You're throwing fist after fist in hopes of healing. It's unappealing. I didn't plan for this. So I don't want to know where you've been or how you're doing if you're back home. I can hardly breathe, dealing with decisions that you made. We're getting older everyday, and you never fail to mention all the broken memories. The drives, the calls, the nights that you never wanted anyway. That's what you said to me. So let me go, I'm over it. I don't want to know. And I don't wanna know where you've been, who you're with, or what you said. Don't tell me everything that made you feel like giving up. You made me feel like letting go. So let me go because I'm over it. I'm over it. So let me go, so let me go, so let me go, so let me go, so let me go