You're waiting for me to end it, thinking I'll fade away like a worn-out trend. But I'm not going down without a fight, without making you face the mess you've bent. You've taken, taken, taken all this while, leaving me a shadow of the love we once did learn. You think I'll settle for scraps, for leftovers of your love? No, not this time, I'm worth more, I'm worth the whole damn thing. I'm counting the seconds, waiting for the day, you'll realize what you've wasted, what you've thrown away. You'll see my worth, but it'll be too late, gone astray, I'll be long gone, Moving on. This isn't love, but a mere joke for you, a pathetic attempt to hold on, with hollow words, untrue. You should be ashamed, you should be disgusted, at the man you've become, at the love you've rusted. I deserve the real thing, not watered-down, half-hearted, broken wings, not a love that's conditional , not a love that stings . I deserve ...