somebody that I used to know

You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness,
Like resignation to the end, always the end.

So when we found that we could not make sense,
Well you said that we would “still be friends.”
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over.

But you didn’t have to cut me off,
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing.
I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough..