selfish

If you loved me, you wouldn't come look for me. You shouldn’t have searched me, you should have erased that desire of yours. You knew that I was better off without you, but you called. And I answered: like I had the choice. 

You had to be sure that’s not me you want, hadn’t you? So, screw you for that. I’m not lost anymore. I’m not available anymore. Not for you.