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Shut up.
It's midnight.
You didn't want to talk before,
Why are You talking now?
You're so self-centered.
That's right, go.
I don't ever want to see your face again.
You only talk to me
When You need something from me,
Or if You're being polite,
Or if You have no one else to bitch to.
You gossip.
You talk about your friends behind their backs.
Do You talk about me
When I'm not around?
You don't think it doesn't make your friends nervous,
When you talk about even your best friends?
"I'm just saying"
It's like in those law TV shows,
You can say whatever crap you want,
As long as you say "withdrawn."
You're not the puppetmaster.
Maybe You are.
You sure think very highly
Of Your Majestic Self.
You say You care about me.
You lie.
You go behind my back.
You fuck up my sleep
Just because you can't handle "the stress."
Where did I go wrong?
How did I fail as a human being?
I wasn't beaten as a child.
I didn't talk to walls.
Would it make you feel better
If I threw myself off the veranda?
Or if I popped a few pills?
But you know what, fuck you.
They're gonna read this,
And they're gonna know who did this to me.
You'll never be punished by law,
But you will be punished by God.
Oh right, I don't believe in God.
Too bad, you do.
When you die fifty years from now
I hope you go to Hell.

You know who You are.
You're out there.
I can feel you trembling in your shoes.
You're gonna pick up the phone when you finish reading this,
And you're gonna yell at me,
Or cry and sob,
And you're gonna ask me,
"Why would you do that?"

You know very well why.
It's the whole purpose of me writing this.

But there's the thing.

You are me,
And I am You to who knows how many people.
I don't want to know the number,
You don't either.
Because You are the center of the Universe
Until I saw otherwise.

You have no idea
How many people You've hurt.

Goodbye, You.
I don't know You.
And I don't think I ever will.

I wish you the very best.

Description
Shut up.
It's midnight.
You didn't want to talk before,
Why are You talking now?
You're so self-centered.
That's right, go.
I don't ever want to see your face again.
You only talk to me
When You need something from me,
Or if You're being polite,
Or if You have no one else to bitch to.
You gossip.
You talk about your friends behind their backs.
Do You talk about me
When I'm not around?
You don't think it doesn't make your friends nervous,
When you talk about even your best friends?
"I'm just saying"
It's like in those law TV shows,
You can say whatever crap you want,
As long as you say "withdrawn."
You're not the puppetmaster.
Maybe You are.
You sure think very highly
Of Your Majestic Self.
You say You care about me.
You lie.
You go behind my back.
You fuck up my sleep
Just because you can't handle "the stress."
Where did I go wrong?
How did I fail as a human being?
I wasn't beaten as a child.
I didn't talk to walls.
Would it make you feel better
If I threw myself off the veranda?
Or if I popped a few pills?
But you know what, fuck you.
They're gonna read this,
And they're gonna know who did this to me.
You'll never be punished by law,
But you will be punished by God.
Oh right, I don't believe in God.
Too bad, you do.
When you die fifty years from now
I hope you go to Hell.

You know who You are.
You're out there.
I can feel you trembling in your shoes.
You're gonna pick up the phone when you finish reading this,
And you're gonna yell at me,
Or cry and sob,
And you're gonna ask me,
"Why would you do that?"

You know very well why.
It's the whole purpose of me writing this.

But there's the thing.

You are me,
And I am You to who knows how many people.
I don't want to know the number,
You don't either.
Because You are the center of the Universe
Until I saw otherwise.

You have no idea
How many people You've hurt.

Goodbye, You.
I don't know You.
And I don't think I ever will.

I wish you the very best.