The same routine

Nice to know you absolutely don't care about it. It feels good, really. So fucking familiar the feeling that I'm the only one trying to lead this shit off, and for what? For nothing. Next time you call me, try to cry. Maybe it will work for you. In the remaining time... I'll do whatever I want, and you better not get an attitude, or you won't see my face in a really long time. More than the year we've already spent separated.