i feel like a jerk.

what a load of lies. you're broken on the floor, and i'm sorry but i'm tired of being the fucking "Good Samaritan" i've been there done that, and i was just a rebound. i was just a way for you to cope. like me with cigarettes, speaking of which i'm out. but i don't want to be there for you anymore. because you keep saying it like i'm to blame for your unhappiness, when in all honesty i would have been miserable. and the other night, i actually didn't want to talk. because for me there is nothing left to say. things really can't go back to me putting you back together when you fall apart. i'm not glue to hold your life together.

i'm only a man.

we've gone to far, band-aids can't fix us now