What's the difference between hate and love? It seems you can't make up your mind as to how you feel about me. To be honest, I'd rather if you dropped out of my life, off the face of the Earth. Your selfishness and over-inflated ego are making my life hell, and I get the feeling that you really couldn't care less.
My body is now a cage. I wish I could shed my skin. Not think anymore. Maybe then I would forget about you. You've already forgotten about me, moved on. I only see fit that I should be able to do the same. But I guess it just doesn't work that way.