You push her to the edge just to pull her back again
tell her to be strong then slide a dagger 'cross her skin
narcissistic, pessimistic, jealous of her beauty
you build her up to break her down in defiled frailty
to the untrained eye you are her hero, yet her vice
you know the ins and outs of her broken mind
just well enough to crack the walls
fill her instead with reminders of her faults
leave her cringing with a smile plastered on your face
tell her she needs no one else cause they don't understand
when really anyone else would make a better friend
for you stand in clear conscience with lies as your foundation
to you 'forever' is just a word, you could never mean it
as much as she did for you, as long as she tried
to match your cold and ever-changing stride
turns out you're not very good as this
this thing called love
perhaps your heart's a little too small
perhaps you've grown too bitter in all
but maybe
just maybe
you're really very nice
just a little too blind
to see what you've become
feel what you've done
and be who she first thought you were
and maybe
it's better this way
she's better off
in a better place
