Final.
So In The Box You Go
the sheets where i cried all of my tears on
waiting for you to come home
(not knowing you had just cheated)
the sheets where i made love to you
sat talking to you
trying to make ends meet
and wondering why we were still ramming horns
although i no longer had horns
it goes in the box
your poem book
the one you dedicated to me
talked of many things
your mother's 40th birthday
and the roses
mainly everything about me
how i made you happy
smiling was one thing you mastered
just because of me
how life was wonderful
yet
it possessed the saddest
how you missed me when i went away
being the most alonest youve ever been
but the last page in the book
is a poem about you and her
fuck you
in the box it goes
pictures and pictures
the eyes and smiles spoke the honest truth
that was true love
no betrayal, no hidden lies
just us
but they are nothing but memories now
memories i do not want to remember
because of how an ugly monster you've became
to preserve the honest that was left
and to stop myself from even questioning
if that was even true love?
it shall not be looked at again
so in the box it goes
and the silver ring with the blue gem
the one you proposed to me with on the day before christmas eve
is tainted with lies
because the next day you confessed you cheated
it wasn't just "two times" wasn't it?
because you still did it afterward.
fuck you, i was your fiance.
together with the ring, lies the dragon.
the dragon died that night on highway 4.
so did 'us', only i didn't know.
you were just a coward to tell me when it did.
so in the box they go.
now you.
you were the best,
the one i thought was my one
one that i loved with all of my heart
no questions asked
but that is no longer
you took that away.
i wont suffer for you anymore
so in the box you go.
poetic dreams close now.
good-bye.
the sheets where i cried all of my tears on
waiting for you to come home
(not knowing you had just cheated)
the sheets where i made love to you
sat talking to you
trying to make ends meet
and wondering why we were still ramming horns
although i no longer had horns
it goes in the box
your poem book
the one you dedicated to me
talked of many things
your mother's 40th birthday
and the roses
mainly everything about me
how i made you happy
smiling was one thing you mastered
just because of me
how life was wonderful
yet
it possessed the saddest
how you missed me when i went away
being the most alonest youve ever been
but the last page in the book
is a poem about you and her
fuck you
in the box it goes
pictures and pictures
the eyes and smiles spoke the honest truth
that was true love
no betrayal, no hidden lies
just us
but they are nothing but memories now
memories i do not want to remember
because of how an ugly monster you've became
to preserve the honest that was left
and to stop myself from even questioning
if that was even true love?
it shall not be looked at again
so in the box it goes
and the silver ring with the blue gem
the one you proposed to me with on the day before christmas eve
is tainted with lies
because the next day you confessed you cheated
it wasn't just "two times" wasn't it?
because you still did it afterward.
fuck you, i was your fiance.
together with the ring, lies the dragon.
the dragon died that night on highway 4.
so did 'us', only i didn't know.
you were just a coward to tell me when it did.
so in the box they go.
now you.
you were the best,
the one i thought was my one
one that i loved with all of my heart
no questions asked
but that is no longer
you took that away.
i wont suffer for you anymore
so in the box you go.
poetic dreams close now.
good-bye.