UniversalThreads

Hey, glad you could cash in on my heart,
Pretend love to color your art.
You started a lifetime of sick little games
Of hiding my face as they guess at my name
So you could be the one eating up fame

The grinning image you craft to win love
From the crowd, singing it loud
I’m done listening and wishing you well
As you sell me out.
I’d rather keep my heart and soul,
Let you win the gold
And I’ll hold the prize at the end.

What, are you under some selfish delusion
I’ll ever believe it’s more than illusion,
More than words upon a page,
Pretended feelings to create the rage?

I’ll sharpen my tool,
But it’s a knife, not a pen
To cut you out of my life–
To forget we were friends.

All I am and all you’ll be to me
–words upon a page–
I’ll pocket all the pain like dirty change,
Keep a clean conscience and heart
While you trade truth for fame

I guess the grace ran out and all I’ve got
Are the middle fingers you deserved
All those years ago
For a broken heart from a shitty friend
Left in the dust of let’s pretend.