| Another thing I should have seen coming. I could swear I did. But I guess I let my guard down. Here's a reason, why I hate your excuse. It drags me to the ground. Grind my face into the dirt, you are my disgrace. I can't tell what's real with you, or what's fake. I can't trust you, and I refuse to ask you. I'll just have to accept my apathy. Maybe express this pending hate. This I cannot fake. I pissed it all away, pushed it all down hill, watched it roll into Hell. There goes my life, there goes the fight, there goes all of this pain, there goes everything that has kept me sane. I don't want to be anyone else, If I was, I'd have to place all of this shit on an unmarked shelf. I pissed it all away, what else can I say? Its all been done, yes, today. I wonder if you've been plotting, secretly praying for my death, I think you want to see me broken and taking my last breath. All of the shit you say just confuses me, all of the prices you show me, I just cannot afford to pay. These bills you keep handing me are not my own. I refuse to give you a free ride, because its not dead yet, you know what I'm talking about, my pride. I could never trust anyone, after all the shit Iv been through, its not possible, I will not open my door to get spit in the face by some stupid whore. I won't take this shit anymore. Come clean or kill yourself, because right now I honestly couldn't shed a tear, not one to give, Not one to spare. |
