Whenever you feel down, she's there ready to pick you up.
Whenever you get torn apart, she pieces you together.
When you're on the verge of crying, she's the shoulder you could lean on.
When you feel there's no one there, she makes sure you're not lonely.
She always had your back.
But what did you do?
You left her alone.
You let her down.
You tore her apart.
You pushed her over the edge.
You made her feel alone.
All this, because you got tired of her?
Because you got bored?
Because you felt no excitement anymore?
Because you're on top of your world again?
Because she made you her world?
And now you want her back?
Because what?
Because now you see her standing up again.
Because now she knows better.
Because now you're not her world anymore.
Because now she's able to paste herself back.
Piece by piece.
By herself.
But no.
She's no longer the person who gave her soul to you.
She wouldn't let you do that to her again.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not any longer.
Not anymore.