Cliché

Everything you want me to be is so imaginary. You're out of bounds so get back in line, nothing’s here for me. I’m headed to a new destination. I’m over you and your admiration. You can’t decide so get over this, it’s easy can’t you see? It’s cliche how you fell for me and then turned into my worst enemy. I’ll be fine, no I’ll be better than fine. Don’t you know how to follow your heart cuz stalking mine will only tear you apart. It’s cliche how you had fell for me, but then turned into my worst enemy. So don’t worry about me. Any way you can, get a new priority. You have to much time on your hands. All you wanted was too much of me, so let me be me