I did never know you. But you looked like the right one. We agree to try it. See where it would go. And you had the audacity to pretend like you care. Maybe you did. But if It meant something, you would've stayed. You would've fought for us. But instead. You fought only for yourself. And I should've gotten out. I knew you were the one to make excuses. But I thought maybe I could change you. They never do change though. Do they?