Fuck you for never understanding.
Using your every sorrow to redirect your bitterness towards me.
Cowering in some excuse of a lie, where I was trying to be different.
Knowing how I felt, yet taking advantage of what was promised.
Yet deceived I felt, and unloved, I stay loathing in my failures.
Only to believe that looking ahead to more disaster is my calling.
Unless you finally realize, that you're the one to blame.
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