Move On

Thinking about the past we've had, even times when we were so mad. How could you have treated me in such ways, even after the better days. You love me, you hate me, you never know, and further along my aggression will grow. So tired of being treated so wrong, years wasted, should have known all along. Never can you find an in between, and must you always be so mean? You are crazy, this I know, and over time the real you will show. All that I've seen up to this very day, surely makes me just run away. You call me names and have been so wrong, but in the end you made me strong. Then how stupid to ask me to come back, for the things you've done sympathy I lack. Never will I go back to you, what else am I expected to do? You did things I never would have thought, especially during the times that we fought. So please get away and move on with life, never would I be your wife!