I've stopped trying to convince you I'm doing better since. I've stopped trying to save face; I can't be your saving grace. I can't walk inside your shoes, can't relate to what you do. Can't look into the world of the person in a girl. Take my hand baby…it's dying of cold and exposure. It's too late now, in every sense of the word. Is that your closure? I'm not who I want to be or what you seemed to think was me, but that's not why I called (you still think you know it all). I'm just making sure you're fine, and yes, I know that you're not mine, but its good to catch up once or twice, ill call you in three months