Tell me who the writer of your script is. You follow it so well it seems.
The words I read seem so fake, so rehearsed. You're reaching out but you're too far away.
The distance is destroying the image of you in my head.
My disappointment in you leaves me feeling nauseous, weak, alone.
You've hurt me in ways I doubt you would even know.
But you're back.
And I'm trying so hard to move on.
I'm sorry. I just don't want to continue these games.