We meet to part and we part to meet..
i’m ready to leave,
not because i’m ready
but because you leave me no choice.
you’re teaching me the emotion of hatred but i really don’t want to hate
who gave you the right to make me feel so little.
i’m tired of you! and all that you embody!
I’m a Queen and you’re a peasant, trash so please stay away.
you talk all high and mighty but only in my absence
grow some damn balls!
i really dislike you!
and while this was supposed to be about a new start you’ve made it about you.
you’re in the past! you are the past!
the new me will never see you again,
never meet you or your kind again
because you’re a threat to my sanity.
when i become GREAT you’ll be a part of my stepping stones!
good riddance..
Voices in my Head 