Passaging starnger

You can make up a story,
A story 'bout our past,
About your first boyfriend and how he was an arse,
About how you just kept on going until eventually burnt out,
Until you saw a chance of happiness and doubt,
You know it always just comes to mind,
How much of a bitch you really are,
How much you lied to me on these really sunny months,
Just play pretend and make a little happy dance,
I know you don't like me anymore,
So why keep writing songs?
Why do I subtly believe that not everythings gone,
I know it's all in the bin,
And what hell have i been in,
I've went through a lot of our messages,
And realized last month's have been passages,
Passage of time for the inevitable,
Id say your sadness is debatable,
Just to a point of no concern,
You watch me kill myself while eating popcorn,
I know you don't miss me,
I know you can't like me,
Are my feelings a joke to you or just a tear in the sea?
I don't know you anymore,
Just go along and let me be,
You were just probably bored ,
To finally text me, could've called;
Say that you're sick , I dont give a shit,
Say you're feeling bad, you can just sit,
Sit around and wait for an answer,
Because you're not getting it faster,
My replies will be as dry as yours,
My mouth will be as closed as yours,
Don't wanna be like you
And all your motives are see-through,