“Thanks, I Hate You”
I was just a muse,
Something convenient you used
To set their tongues on fire.
You played nice; you pulled me in
You are the wolf, you are the liar.
Are you proud now of what you’ve done,
The heartache you’ve spun
Into dizzy tales you tell to keep the real away,
To feel today, to find a way
To make the world want you,
Lust for you. Love, you must’ve known
Now you’ve shown your cards,
Your hard, hard heart,
And all the lies you’ve told me from the start.
I hate how I told you I loved you
You ate it up and spat it out–
Back at me; now look at me–
At what you’ve done–
This madness you’ve spun
For the record.
(For the record)
For the record,
Now you’ll never know truth again,
Love again,
We were never friends
And this is the end.
Funny way to pen your ending,
Sending silence through the waves
And all the ways you break me down
To drown in make believe.
Now watch me as I leave.
All I can do is shake my head
At what you wrote, at what I’ve read
–between the lines–
But I imagine I’m just lost in lies.
I guess time and space does matter,
Does shatter dreams of what seemed
To be so real.
And now I feel I’ve lost my head,
Getting high on what you said,
But I’m just a memory
Hiding in your bed.
Now your venom’s in my veins
And it’s strange to hear this now,
To feel you now, devouring my brain
Like sunshine quickly turned to rain
For the record
(For the record)
For the record,
Now you’ll never know truth again,
Love again,
We were never friends.
Now this is it–
This is the end..
June 2020
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