It's over

You said you’d changed. You promised, in fact. You said “this time, it will be different”

But you’re just the same.

Sucking me in with the promise of something special but in the end you’re just all vanity and spite.

You say it won’t be like last time, but it’s always there under the surface – the sniping, judgemental arrogance trying to suppress your obvious ordinariness.

You can put all the spin you want on it, but in the end I know what you are – a voracious parasite taking all you can from everyone you meet.

And the worst part is that I’m a sucker for it. I can’t tear myself away.

I know it will always be like this but like a car crash, I can’t look away. I say to myself “it’s just a bit of harmless fun, I can get out of this without being sucked down to your level.”

And, for a while, things are good, and I think that everything’s going to be ok.

But then, you showed a new side to yourself that shows you haven't changed a bit. I know it's going to be just like last time and I'm so depressed I want to die.



I hate heart hate you Australian Idol.