Yeah, nothing special. Nothing I can't find a nightly replacement for. This is how it should be. He's happy. I'm happy. I hope he's happy. Hope the fiddler makes him real fuckin' happy. He deserves it. He does, but I don't want anyone else to please him. It should be me. For almost two fuckin years it was me. Now I've been replaced. Whatever. He chose him. I gave him a choice and he made it. It's over. We're over. Christ, why the fuck am I still thinking about him? Shit. That fucking Goddamn kid has made me love him. This is ridiculous. I don't do love. I don't believe in love. I never did. Expect when I was with him.
Do you love me, yeah?
We break up then back together
And swore to myself never
But oh how you do me
You strip my of my honor
I don't ever think I'm gonna
Break free of these mind games
All I'm tryin' to do is modify my plans
'Cause I can't contain you.
You keep actin' like you own me
Like you control me
You said you never really wanted me back
Maybe if that's a fact may I suggest
I brand new plan of attack
And in defense of that you're hard to crack
You're way off track
I want you back, I want you gone
Maybe I'm sick of holdin' on.
~Darren Hayes, "Strange Relationship"
The End