I waited, I trusted, I thought you'd come home. You never did. I wondered what I could possibly have done for you not to even say goodbye. I was only a kid. I had to understand why I was so rejected too soon. My original crime was being born, I'm the product of mistakes and irreversible oversights. You stayed a little bit, made us believe you were going to help just to make your escape smoother. You never called, never showed up, never looked back. I used to dream about you coming back, hugging me and saying you had to work late. Foolish of me. I wondered why you left and if it was my fault. Of course I thought it was. I blamed myself for being different and for being so alone. I blamed myself for your mistake. I thought I wasn't enough and I thought everyone else'd leave, and when I saw they wouldn't leave, I made them. I pretended I didn't care, but I did. I pretended I wasn't hurt, but I was. I know it shouldn't matter, but it does. And then you called me, came after me. Said I was smart enough to understand and that you wanted to restart. Oh please, I was smart enough to see what an idiot you thought I was. I pushed you away, because I was scared and because I didn't want you here. It's my life now, you can't come in whenever you want. But I needed you a while after, and this time you are the one who pushed the other away. I guess the second time was my fault - I thought you'd be mature enough to face your mistakes. That's okay, though. Now I know what kind of heartless man you are. Now I see whose fault it is, now I feel kind of free. Hurt, but free from you.