blah...
and my worries are put to rest
you lucked out once again
you got off free and clear
no consequences for your actions, of course not, not for you
you got exactly what you wanted, once again
overall, i'm happy about the turn out
this way i'm not screwed over
this way you don't fuck things up for me
so...why am i still so angry?
because you learned no lesson from it
this didn't make you reconsider any of the courses of action in your life
this didn't make you stop and realize that maybe you're on a very destructive path
you got what you wanted, and everything turned out wonderful for you
your mom still thinks you're a saint
she still thinks i'm the devil, and the cause for all of your wrongdoings
why would she think this?
because still, to this day, you tell her that
you lie and blame everything on me
how would i know this?
because i heard it amongst the ranting and raving when your sister called me looking for you
worried out of her mind because you lied and weren't there
so congratulations
once again i lied for you
i lied so that you could escape unscathed
i lied so that you'd be okay
even though i was still angry at you
i lied, for you
but you continue to treat me with contempt and manufactured kindness
another serving of your fake interest, and i'll be completely sick
all of this
and still, you don't act like my friend...
when will this end?
when will i learn to let go and forgive?
or when will i be able to simply move on...
you lucked out once again
you got off free and clear
no consequences for your actions, of course not, not for you
you got exactly what you wanted, once again
overall, i'm happy about the turn out
this way i'm not screwed over
this way you don't fuck things up for me
so...why am i still so angry?
because you learned no lesson from it
this didn't make you reconsider any of the courses of action in your life
this didn't make you stop and realize that maybe you're on a very destructive path
you got what you wanted, and everything turned out wonderful for you
your mom still thinks you're a saint
she still thinks i'm the devil, and the cause for all of your wrongdoings
why would she think this?
because still, to this day, you tell her that
you lie and blame everything on me
how would i know this?
because i heard it amongst the ranting and raving when your sister called me looking for you
worried out of her mind because you lied and weren't there
so congratulations
once again i lied for you
i lied so that you could escape unscathed
i lied so that you'd be okay
even though i was still angry at you
i lied, for you
but you continue to treat me with contempt and manufactured kindness
another serving of your fake interest, and i'll be completely sick
all of this
and still, you don't act like my friend...
when will this end?
when will i learn to let go and forgive?
or when will i be able to simply move on...