At a point

I'm at a point
A point where I don't give a f**k.
A point where your advice will be solicited when needed.
A point where my life is mine not ours.
A point where if you want to leave,I'll gladly hold the fucken door for you.

I'm at a point of realising that I made a mistake of making you my everything.
A point of realising that I was just another statistic for your little black book.
A point of realising that you've never had a good woman before,therefore you wouldn't know when you have one.

I'm at a point
Of knowing what works and doesn't for me.
Of knowing I'm worth something much more than you gave me.
Of knowing that you'll probably never out grow the immature boy inside you.
And of knowing that the next girl you meet, will also be an addition to your statistic

So my point is, we are more different than alike.
Point is, you just another insecure boy who's scared to give the word love its true definition.