This Truly Is the End

Sitting around and missing you does nothing for me at all
The realization of your disappearance makes me feel so small

All the knowledge you hold of my hopes, dreams, and fears
Held against me in a flash flood of tears

Monster I say.
Pathetic. Yes i know.

Hiding under my bed
Until darkness forbids light to show.

You knew just what you were doing.
You knew just how to make me fall.

But That was the past...
I thought I've gotten over it all.

I'm tired of remembering
I'm tired of Nostalgia

So I'm letting you go
I'm better of without you

Independence once again
This truly is The End.