So what if I'm villainizing you to make myself feel better about the shit that I went through?

I was half the problem, but you stuck around

And you know that fires, they grow if you don't put them out

So who cares if I hate you if that's what it takes for me to get away?

Why would he defend you when he knows the hard truth that I'm forced to swallow;

The one that my therapist spits in my face

I want to scream when she sympathetically says "You were just a child"

Because doesn't she know I know that?

Don't they know I don't need any reminders?

Do they realize that only makes it worse?

And it makes me wonder about you

How you took it, how you are taking it,

If you get the funny little flashbacks that I do; 

The ones that make me search for solace,

Not wanting to be alone with my head for more than four seconds

So what if I run from a past that I struggle to reconcile with?

So what if I delete every drop of evidence that I made you smile once?

I want to forget that you ever sauntered your slimy way into my life

I need to forget what I let you do to me