I'm not sure how many times
I've laid here staring at the ceiling
Thinking about little things here and there,
And suddenly I remember something,
Something small
That didn't mean anything at the time.
Then suddenly,
I realize the reason behind it,
And I take a deep, sharp breath,
And whisper "oh, you bastard."
Even if these conclusions aren't true,
It's made me realize-
I never really knew you.
I'm better off without you.
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