Doncha?

You want me to say sorry, doncha?

You think I did you wrong, doncha?

You think you’re perfect stuck in a stinky life, doncha?

You think if you don’t get your way immediately, you an throw a huge fit and pretend everyone is horrible scum except for you, doncha?

But you know that truly you’re not the golden one, doncha?

You know I’m not saying sorry for the umpteenth time, doncha?

You know I don’t deserve to be treated the way you’re treating me, doncha?

You know I’m not standing for another single second of it, doncha?

I’m moving on. I refuse to let myself be treated like dirt. YOU chose your life. I’m choosing mine.

You know this is goodbye, doncha?