Get out, get out, get out of my head.. and fall into my arms instead.

I dont like u anymore.
Your words are twisted and your sentences no longer make sense.
You are always in a dream like state and u talk of the past way too much.

I have grown up. I am no longer the old me who reads sing songs and bows down to your lyrical writings.

I am more grounded.
Your words are just letters to me now.


Thank you for the wonderful few years. where you entertained me and made me feel like home.

But i don't need your fantasies anymore.

I have my own reality.