Hello, my name is Grace, and in about ten years or so you'll be buying my premortem biographies where they'll be flying off the shelves like Harry Potter on a Summoning Charm spree. Just kidding.
Too many times I've listened to your lies, and thought that maybe, this time's the last.
Too many times I've had my every hope and dream shattered by your insecurities.
And I can't keep trying to figure you out, no more Can't keep letting you in when you knock on my door One day, honey, you're going to stand on your own I'm not going to let you hurt me any more...
This is the first time I've stood free of your Don't bother reading that. AAAH. It's going in the virtual rubbish bin of doomed writings.