I'm sorry I loved you.
The music played softly, drifting into the bathroom from her bedroom.
So this is the end,
of you and me.
She sat on the closed lid of the toilet, clutching the paper.
We had a good run,
but now I'm setting you free.
It hurt, it hurt so much more than anything else she has ever felt.
To do as you want,
to do as you please.
She knew what she was to do.
Without me.
She didn't want her.
Remember when?
She remembered so much.
I was your boat,
and you were my sea.
She held the pen in her left hand.
Together we'd float,
so delicately.
She stroked the cool metal in her right hand, metal that shone in the dim light.
But that was back,
when we could talk,
about anything.
That was the problem. She didn't talk. Ever.
'Cos I don't know,
who I am.
She wrote.
When you're,
running circles in my head.
She told of her regrets.
'Cos I dont know,
just who you are.
Her fears.
When you're,
sleeping in someone elses bed.
His.
Three whole words,
and eight letters late.
She wrote her feelings.
And that would have worked,
with me yesterday.
She wrote the memories.
But we're not the same,
I wish that could change.
What she wished for the girls future
But it can't,
so I say your name,
Brittany.
and in the same breath.
She wrote it.
I say something,
that I'll grow to regret.
She folded it and placed it behind the taps, the name scrawled on the front.
So keep your hands on your chest,
and sing with me.
She didn't want to think anymore.
That we don't wanna believe.
She didn't want the pain anymore.
'Cos I don't know,
who I am.
She didn't want to think of her anymore.
When you're,
running circles in my head.
She took the blade.
'Cos I dont know,
just who you are.
She placed it against her skin.
When you're,
sleeping in someone elses bed.
His.
So its true what they say,
if you love someone,
you should set them free.
'I'm sorry' She whispered.
Oh its true what they say,
went and threw it away.
She did it.
I don't know who you are...
Yeah i dont know who you are...
It hurt, so she did it some more. On every piece of skin she saw. The pain was all she had left.
Who you are,
'cos i dont know who you are...
It's her fault she's gone.
When you sleep with somebody else.
She stared down at the sink, the water tinged pink as a drop of crimson fell into it, but the pain caused by the blade was a dull throb in comparison to the wound in her chest.
'Cos I dont know who I am,
when youre sleeping with him.
She managed to reach for her phone, sending one last message before the blackness enveloped her.
Well its true what they say went and threw it away.
~To Britt: I'm sorry I loved you.~
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A/N, The song is You Me At Six - Fireworks.