And she leaves, with someone you don't know. She makes sure you see her.

She looks right at you and bolts. As she walks out the door, your blood boiling, your stomach in knots.

And your friends say, "What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."

The world is full of hypocrites.

I swear not to repeat myself ever again.

Everything I hear is repetitive bullshit.

Commit. Or forget.

I'm sick of hearing it.