Your Fault.
Leave a message at the tone.
Just go,
I need to be alone.
Away from you to be precise.
It feels like you're crushing my heart in a vice.
Material possessions can't fix this,
And I will never want a kiss.
I really want to scream and shout,
But maybe I'll just go and pout.
This is a hurt you cannot see.
Please just leave and set me free.
Can't you see?
It's not about me.
This is all because of you.
This is the result of everything you do.
I think it's time I finally say...
I think I've finally reached the day,
Where if I say it to your face,
The words will be gone and not leave a trace.
Maybe if I cross my fingers,
On your conscience, they will linger:
Get out of my life.
Quit calling me a loser.
Get out of my face,
because you're such a user.
Once I thought you were my friend,
Now I'm telling you this is the end.
Not sure what day I grew a brain,
But realization fell down on me like rain.
Refreshing and from a new point of view,
This is what I've been wanting to say to you.
If this feels like deja vu,
It's because I've said it before, It's true.
I'm screwed up because of you,
There's no button here marked "undo".
I know you feel like you tried to help,
But all you did was whine and yelp.
You went on about your problems day after day.
About how nothing was ever going your way.
Before I start to get teary-eyed,
I need to tell you why at first I cried.
There was nothing I could do; you drove in the wedge.
You came un-glued.
And as I sit here wishing none of this had happened,
I watched your face as it's expression as it saddened.
It's your fault,
And I hope, for your sake, there is no further assault.
