You.

What makes you think you can pry your way back in?

Explainations, reasons, excuses.
They're all the same when they come from you.

An experiment, a way to kill time.
That's all I was to you.

Hurting someone who's already hurting more than you care to see.
That's a sick game to play.

Pulling at my heart strings as I tried to be rid of you.

You're like a slow poison seeping it's way into my veins.
Taking, destroying, consuming. That's all you're good for.