Tell me again I say,
tears turning the pillow into a deeper color of grey.
Just tell me a version that is new,
tell me you won't go and tell me it'll always be me and you.
Don't break my heart by leaving me with the choice,
'just tell me you will stay right here' I say with a cracked voice.
But I already know, I seen the packed bag in the hall,
I hate you so much, more than anything, actually not at all.
It's probably the part that is the absolute worst,
I know you love and want me, but I also know you can't put me first.