There are some things in life that you get to choose , and there some that you don't .
You've got to live with it .
But while we may not be able to control all that happens to us , we can control what happens inside us .
So at the end of the day , you get to decide how you would handle the situation .
You pick your choice of emotions .
More often than not , you'll find the ugly truth staring at you right in the face .
And no matter how you try to deny it or deceive yourself , you can't escape the reality of something happening .
The need to fight for my rights is no longer essential and to hell with trying to clear misunderstandings .
Because if you ask me , it pays to be nice .
But when I say pay , the currency I'm referring to exists in the form of tears , hurt and anger .
You called me a bitch , so now , I'll show you one .
So if you think what I did was bad , you haven't seen worst yet . Never had I been ashamed about the relationship I had with you , but I guess you feel otherwise .
I swear I'll never talk about you , I can even lie and play pretend .
No big . Because that would be doing myself a favour .
I've ran out of excuses , and reasons have lost their logic .