(no subject)
well here i sit again
wanting to pour out these poisonous emotions,
but the soft buzz of the computer drains my concentration
and i'm torn between a or b.
we both know who lost out in the end,
despite what you may be saying
you are the one suffering,
hiding from your sad reality,
pretending to yourself the most.
with your insincere words, your fabricated ego.
i think i realized not that your breakdowns are fake-
but that you are crying for yourself, not for me.
just like you said, you fucked it up again,
you lost the only one in your life who's ever tried to understand, and not judge you.
i know you think this isn't over.
that an "i love you" from your lips, means anything more than "i need you"
you are so confident that you fooled me again this time.
but you see i'm on to you, this original femme-bot.
you always said i'd make a good spy.
and your secrets are juicy, and filled with falsehoods.
knowing is more than half the battle,
it is assured freedom from the condemnation of your twisted
LOVE.
you can say all you want to those strangers, and false friends.
only you and i will ever know what really went on between us.
the way you treated me, all the lies, the implications.
go ahead
whisper "i love you" when no one around you can hear.
talk of future coming together; some romantic reunion of star crossed lovers.
i am not buying what you are selling anymore.
we both know you are the only person losing anything of any worth.
cause baby, you are worthless.
we both know it.
no matter what you tell their eager ears,
you and i know who the real loser is.
don't we.
wanting to pour out these poisonous emotions,
but the soft buzz of the computer drains my concentration
and i'm torn between a or b.
we both know who lost out in the end,
despite what you may be saying
you are the one suffering,
hiding from your sad reality,
pretending to yourself the most.
with your insincere words, your fabricated ego.
i think i realized not that your breakdowns are fake-
but that you are crying for yourself, not for me.
just like you said, you fucked it up again,
you lost the only one in your life who's ever tried to understand, and not judge you.
i know you think this isn't over.
that an "i love you" from your lips, means anything more than "i need you"
you are so confident that you fooled me again this time.
but you see i'm on to you, this original femme-bot.
you always said i'd make a good spy.
and your secrets are juicy, and filled with falsehoods.
knowing is more than half the battle,
it is assured freedom from the condemnation of your twisted
LOVE.
you can say all you want to those strangers, and false friends.
only you and i will ever know what really went on between us.
the way you treated me, all the lies, the implications.
go ahead
whisper "i love you" when no one around you can hear.
talk of future coming together; some romantic reunion of star crossed lovers.
i am not buying what you are selling anymore.
we both know you are the only person losing anything of any worth.
cause baby, you are worthless.
we both know it.
no matter what you tell their eager ears,
you and i know who the real loser is.
don't we.