The Furthest Place from Here

I hate this city. Look at what it’s done to you. I [bad word] hate what you turned into. There’s nothing left, there’s nothing left of what you used to be. I can’t believe it’s taken so long to finally realize I’ve been wasting my [bad word] time. And you’re dead inside. And I can’t get back the one thing, the only thing I ever [bad word] in this [bad word] city. And I’m losing track in the blinding light of these city nights of who you used to be. 
It’s [bad word] killing me to watch you turn away from everything you loved, from everyone you loved. Hiding your misery, trying to forget what you lost. Pushing back the tears in your eyes. You never said goodbye. What’s left for me to hold onto when I hate this city without you. You left behind everything that meant something real to you. Because you’re feeling alone. And you can’t live with the pain. Trying to let go of your regrets, but your making the same mistakes. This is the city that drowned you in misery. And it washed your heart away with the rain. 
I’ve tried to let go, held my breath for the weather to change. But warmer nights never [bad word] came. I can’t take these moments back, fought so hard to change your mind. I’m sorry, I’m sorry it wasn’t enough for you. [bad word] away from every mistake and every promise you’ve ever made. You’re forgetting what you loved. Never forget what you loved.