I don’t enjoy that time anymore, those moments i treasured are shadowed.

Your sword cut me so deep that even if it healed it stings every time i see you.

Answering only the questions that please you, only doing actions that help you.

Becoming something entirely different, one of a kind moster.

I got so many bones to pick with you; That i don’t even know where to throw the first stone.

Making promises that you’ll surely break.

You forget that we will forget you by  the time you wish to come here.

You are becoming a stranger.