Why do I keep returning here to you when it hurts so much?   The thought of you makes me want to slit my own wrists.   There’s one thing left that I feel for you. It’s my hate that still grows.      I will never cry to your face again and give you the chance to throw it all back at me.   I take back everything I said. Because I know it never meant anything…at least not to you.   I can’t believe that I wasted half these words again.   How could I be so blind?   So take back everything that you never meant.   Because I know how you work.   You just feed on tears. I will never give you the chance to throw it all back in my face.