You asked me to choose, and I did:
It was just about everyone but you.
I chose my past, because it hurt a little less;
I chose my friends, because they were the ones who were there.
I chose to leave, because staying meant memories everywhere
And I had picked the songs that would drown them out long ago.
Myself, because I finally deserve better;
Him, because he did too, even just for the short time we were together.
Everyone else, because with as many people as there are in the world
They can't all be just like you.
Anyone else, because I'd rather start from scratch,
With someone completely new,
Than keep lying to myself about
Everything to do with you.