i must cut you out of my life blot you out of memory exise you neatly from my heart my heart will need the most work for it did love you, in all the ways that never mattered all my attempts drops in the ocean of your wants i was destined to hurt you and you were destined to scar me and i think we did a number on each other just a digit away from infinite, always teetering on that last one we will never be able to expunge us from our history but we're doomed to always try