Falling.

One, crossed out.
Two, thrown away.
Three, walked off.
Four, slapped in the face.
Five, torn apart.
Six ... well hello there, six.

Again?
I shall not. I will not.
But oh, how I long to ...

Maybe, maybe.
How do I know? Do they know? Who knows? She does, she does, only she knows both sides of the story. I must know!
Only time will tell.

And for now, I'll sit, and wait, and wonder, and count ...

One, crossed out.
Two, thrown away.
Three, walked off.
Four, slapped in the face.
Five, torn apart.
Six ...

Ps. The devil you are, you are the devil. Six, six, six ...