Supposed to Do Now

I try to forget what I heard you say,
How you said that she was pretty.
But it's hard to block the tone out,
I just pray that it's not jealous pity.
You explain that you didn't mean to hurt me,
You say you hate to see me cry.
Then why do you feed off my self fury?
This feeling's burning me alive.

I still hear your voice and the way you'd look at them,
Like the way you used to look at me.
If I said I'm leaving you now, would you even give a damn?
Or would you just let me be?
You used to be so complicated,
And I loved figuring you out.
But now all we do is hatefully related,
What am I supposed to do now?