You made a conscience decision to fucking drag me by the hair, kicking and screaming, even though I begged you mercilessly through sweat and tears to stop.
Then without care, you threw me under that damn bus regardless of the outcome and consequences and didn't look back as you walked away.
And now, here I lay. This is what's left.
The deserted aftermath of your drunken spontaneous decisions. My broken unrepairable remains of my heart splattered all over the pavement.
