The Final Goodbye

I'm done writing about you everyday.
I'm done giving you fucking everything.
My time, my heart, my mind space, and my attention.
I think it's finally time to just forever keep my distance.

I'm so fucking done questioning myself.
I'm so tired of the memories I've kept.
I'm done trying to prove my worth.
My feelings are always cut short.

I'm so confused.
Was I being used?
What is it that I miss? The insane accusations?
The times we sat around with no conversation?

The bad vibe, us both knowing it would go nowhere.
Why did we do this to ourselves? It's not fucking fair.
I can't do this anymore, it hurts too much.
I'm done feeling like I'm not good enough.

Good enough for someone that wasn't worth it.
What's the point in sitting here waiting for it?
Waiting for someone who's never going to show.
Waiting for someone who's never going to grow.

I'm broken, but you're not the one who can fix me.
You only know how to break, nothing about fixing.
I'm finally done with all of the lies.
This is the end, the final goodbye.