Sometimes I wonder if you have a heart at all. A friend of mine said that it's as if you're running through a forest with a machete, leaving a path of fallen trees without a hint of acknowledgement or remorse over the destruction you have rained down on every other person you've come across.
When you stop caring about someone you become so cold. So cold, in fact, that you seem incapable of compassion or empathy. Common sense, courtesy or respect all thrown out the window and you say things that are so ridiculous yet so hurtful at the same time I think you leave people wondering if they should laugh or cry. But I think for a while they're mostly left confused.
I don't know how I came into this but it appears that this time around I'm left to pick up the pieces in the aftermath. In contemplating how I could possibly put an end to this madness I thought of things I might say to you, but I'm really stuck here. I don't think you'd listen to anything that I'd say -- you haven't since the day we parted -- so I don't know if I should even spend the energy to come up with something that just might open your eyes and make you stop and look over your shoulder for at least a second.
I don't generally wish anything bad for anyone, but just this once I wish that one day you'd pay for all this, because this is pure madness.