Superfluous

So it seems to me that you do as you please, as I run around pleasing you, there's feelings indeed, I'm an "emotional trapeze", don't bother conveying them through. How dare I share senses of hurt that aren't rare, while you have troubles of your own, don't care to be aware for it's not curt to bare, my soul to the soul it's outgrown. I'm not the type that shares all the hype, that goes on in my overfed brain, but when I am ripe and you start to snipe, I just know I'm back "there" again. But even this heart knows when to start, and most importantly when it must stop, it is way smart as it's grown out of an art, as it's portals casually window shop. So it occurs to me it is time to be free, you don't mean what you meant any more, gave back your key not just metaphorically, not sorry, just spent, such a bore. I am not game to call out your name, when I end up being embraced by another, you don't have that fame you were rather tame, in my head while my body would bother. I won't wait a while and then reconcile, it is much better that we keep our distance, with hindsight you're vile I was just in denial, good night, good bye and good riddance.