Your body's probably pressing against hers. Your breath in her air as she pulls you in closer.
So cut me out, cut me all out because you're the biggest hypocrite and the worst kind of lover. You deserve a kind like her, lust, be of stereotypical young & wild, to sink in the idea that melancholy and depression is reality and puts power in you.
Leave. And don't come back because i'm leaving. I've got to stop lying because my lies became too real that I started to live in them. I don't love you, I never did love consistently, I hated and got disgusted with you so many times. You were one of the worst chores/burden. I can say this now because there're no more ties that hold us together. Because I finally stopped being lazy and cut the strings that tied.