January 29th, you're alone.

"You sleep alone in your day old apartment.
I'm not too sorry that I had to leave,
I tend to bite the hand that feeds.
You have no heat in your apartment.
Your blankets will be the only thing,
To keep you warm tonight.
That's if you can actually sleep,
Without crying to me,
If you don't throw a fit,
and call me over and over again.

And now don't you regret all of this?
Traded in a night out with your friends for me.
But you had to go and change that,
You had to go and open your mouth.
Nothing good really ever comes out.
You set your expectations so high,
Only to feel so low.
But I can't say that I feel sorry for you."