It's the second day that this is happening to me. Two days in a row I'm all alone here. My place used to be full of voices, voices I hated, but then again still voices.
We had the same conversation about how we met and I realised that I'm so fucking bored of you. We have nothing else to say, so why do you keep wasting my time?
How on earth I can be with you? All you ever enjoyed after all is my red lips and your full wallet.