i wonder how you sleep at night. does your insecurity sing good lullabies? you have no idea what you've become and what you've lost, sweetie, but i know i haven't lost anything. infact i gained something.
respect.
respect is something to keep you warm at night, warmer than sleeping under a wool blanket.
you
should
be
shivering.
i hope my name makes you sick. i hope whenever you think of me, your blood runs cold.
this isn't the end.
you had your fun with me honey and i'm through with you but oh, karma's a killer. i'll just sit back and enjoy my life knowing i'm right (how into myself i am) and that you are wrong. you were always wrong.
fight fire with fire and you're lucky if you don't burn.
liar liar, pants on fire. burn in hell mother fucker. you've already been burning since the first lie spilled from your lips months ago. what an idiot i was to trust everything you said.
you think you're so sly.
to say you need help is an understatement, but your case might be too dire to actually save. i hope every thought of me is like pouring salt into open cut wounds, writhing at the pain that you've only done to yourself.
i may be frayed at the edges and you hold the needle and thread to what you have ripped, but at least my heart's not damaged and cold.
i am a fighter.
i get knocked down and i stand right back up.
you're not as strong as i am and baby.
tick tock goes the clock, but time doesn't change a thing.
you can forgive but never forget and i hate to break it to you, but in your case neither will happen.
memories like photographs will eventually fade, but this pain you caused was so strong that it'll always hit full force when i think of you.
you're like venom, poison to those who care about you and if you don't quit your actions you'll eventually kill everything good you've got in your life. no one likes a liar. you may have everyone fooled but i see behind that mask of yours.
how do you deal with yourself?
i never understood hate and anger taking up someone's life, controlling them like some puppet on strings but that's what you are.
who's got your back? who's got your back that you wont eventually turn on?
being friends with you is like walking on eggshells, expecting broken promises and low blows. i'm ashamed to say that i had faith in you, i thought i saw a light inside of you other people couldn't see. now i know that the light was your heart burning into ashes.
you are walking on a battleground now around me that will
never.
go.
away.
i'm armed and dangerous. one wrong step and you're gone, blown to pieces but hey, if that's what it comes down to, it won't be a loss of a heart because you never had one in the first place.
i can breathe, i can breathe now.
