This one's for the other boys

You are the ones that if I had the chance, I'd take it back. I'd undo it. I'd un-meet you. I'd un-love you. You don't exist in my imaginary world, you sit in the shadows, where the light hasn't hit yet, and you affect my actions and emotions and mood swings in ways I haven't quite figured out yet. This letter is basically to serve notice, you're being evicted. I'm getting my lamp ready and goin exploring through the recesses of my mind where you thought you were safe, and I'm cleaning house. It may take a while, but I'll get you. You're not welcome here anymore.