Burried Deep

So I guess you're not talking to me anymore. I'm fine with that. I was looking at my diary and reading some of the things I wrote about you and I don't regret one bad thing I wrote about you. My opinion still stands.

"You were an original and can't be replaced".

That's alright though. I know I usually get even.. But I don't want to bring you back to the form I once found you in. People stay and people go. It's just one of life's cruel facts. “The squeaking wheel doesn't always get the grease. Sometimes it gets replaced.” - Unknown. 

Okay, I changed my mind.

You've already been replaced.