But I know I have to..

Now I know who you really are. And you are going to be nothing to me. Not now, because sadly I still love you. But soon. When I'm alright. Having fun with my friends and you are in elbow deep with shit, then, you won't exist. I won't be there for you. That's the truth. And you are going to be all alone with your booze and your pills and the only love you'll get is gonna be from some slut over the weekend. You are going to be a pathetic little 22 year old living with your retarded brother and soon, you won't be "popular" anymore. People are just using you. Your alcoholic friends take advantage of the fact that you actually have a job. I, on the other hand have my whole life ahead of me, I'm going to party with my friends, travel, sing, get a job. Make my own decisions. You told me that you don't want to go back to that life when you only had alcohol and drugs and no one who cared for you. Well, guess what? That's what you're going to get. By choosing alcohol over me. I could've helped you get sober. But you lied over and over again. And you did something terrible this weekend. And you can't take a fight for me. You suck!. Have fun asshole.
Don't call me when you finally realize that you can't live without me because by then I'm already on my way.
Oh, and by shaving your hair off or killing yourself you're not gonna forget me.