Empty Shell
I am talking to you
Yeah, you... You know who you are.
You, the one who, ironically, is not listening.
The one who didn't wanna listen then,
Once upon a september afternoon,
When I was ready to say it all.
The one who, with just the leftovers of her spirit
Once had enough to fuel my so-called life.
The one who played a dangerous game,
The one who played a challenging role,
The one who played with me,
The one who played to win,
Even knowing that I had lost it all.
Yes, I am talking to you,
Even though I probably shouldn't be...
Even though you don't even care
About anything I may have to say to you.
And I do have a few things to say
To you, who made me out to be a liar,
When you made all that I held as true
Fall flat in its face, and into the abyss.
You, the one who I believed so much more
Than the empty, heartless shell I got
To know, when it was all said and done.
The one who didn't have the courage,
the strenght, the will, the maturity,
to fight for us, to fight for you...
The one who hung me out to dry,
The one who left me all alone,
Even while you remained in my company,
Even while I had your back all along.
You are a shell.
You must be an empty shell.
I am trying to tell you a few things,
But you became deaf sometime back then,
When you gave up on us, on you,
When you resigned yourself to fate
By displaying impressive range, indeed,
In playing your role of martyr,
And handing over your piece of guilt.
I wonder, has that ridiculous spite of yours
That hurt me so deeply, in so many ways,
Kept you warm at night since?
...And that stupid despair that you rode,
On your way to the absolute obliteration
Of that heart that belonged to you,
That held you as its most sacred love,
Does it tuck you in and kiss you goodnight?
I do not expect you to answer to me,
But I have to talk to you, you see,
For I was not by myself in my journey,
For I did not do those things alone,
For I did not love an empty space,
For I did not kiss the air around me,
And I did not make love to the shadows.
For you were there, right beside me,
Reciprocating every sentiment all along
In a ride through the clouds
That I thought would culminate in heaven,
Until the very crash that dropped me
Right back down to earth, all alone.
You were there, so you understand like no one,
(Even if you are not willing to respond)
Why I say today, while still licking my wounds,
While still sore and beyond exhausted:
Turns out your love was not worth much.
You are a shell.
You must be an empty shell.