Wood

And the fucking second time I thought it was over, you came back knocking my door. What do you want?

There's always gotta be a guy that makes you go blind, go mad, not yourself anymore. I found him. He left me. I tried to fix us, I thought I failed. I let go. He came back.

If it was me two months ago, I wouldn't hesitate and jump right into his arms. I'd go back to that life I thought I wanted. And go blind, be a fucking depressed person for life, convincing myself that I want this life.

Wood you were really clear when you broke us up. We aren't suitable for each other. You're toxic to my heart, and I'm chaos to your thoughts. Why come back? Think about the reason you broke us up. Think about it.

If you were me, would you even go back to you? A year. All you've done, you fucked up my life so bad, and now you say you care? Wood, no, you don't. If you care, you wouldn't treat me that way when I just purely wanted to fix us. You wouldn't do that to me, because you know how that tone could destroy me. You know how bad you're hurting me but you still did. You don't care. You don't and you never will anymore.

It's just someone new appeared in my feed, and that triggered something. You missed me. You missed all the attention I gave you.

Wood, I'm awake right now. Fully awake. You gotta know, how hard it is for me to tell you these stuff. You gotta know how bad I look when I tell you, "I decided to let go, be with whoever you wanna be with." It hurts, but it's how.

I let go, so please, you let go too.