you, you were a friend. you were a friend of mine, i let you spend the night. you see, it was my fault. of course, it was mine. "i'm too hard at work", have you ever heard of anything so absured ever in your life? i'm sorry for wasting your time. what's that you say? you're not blaming me for anything? well, that's great but, i don't break that easy. does it fade away? so that's why i'm apologising now, for telling you i thought that we could make it. i just don't get enough to believe that we've both changed. well, neither one of us deserves the blame, because opportunities moved us away, and it's not an easy thing to learn to play a game that's made for two; that's you and me the rules remain a mystery. see it's hardly easy. so who am i to say this situation isn't great? well it's my time to make the most of it, how could i ever know that this would happen to me? not that easy, no. and all along the fault was up for grabs, why don't you have it? if it's for sale, go make your offer, i'll sell it for no less than what i bought it for. pay no more than absolutely zero.

it's not that i don't like you, but those fingernails have to go.