You ask for a sorry
That's too bad;
Did you hear me
I'm not the one that's mad
You want to use me
For something we once had
Yes, this is the way I'm going to act
I did nothing to hurt you
If anything I'm the only one
Who's stayed true
That's the way I'm going to be
I was always there for you every night
Even though it hurt; strife inside
You told me of the world
And how it should be
I tried to tell you
How you cannot see
I was there for you
When you cried
I was there for you
When you left his side
I tell you the things
You need to hear
I'm not attacking you.
What do you fear?
How does it feel
to be left so alone?
I helped you even
When my heart lay prone
And is this the way
Things have to be?
No my dear,
There is no more sympathy
You're not the only one with a broken heart
You destroyed the shelter that I made for you
You don't get a sorry
And you won't have to worry
I'm fucking done with this
Have fun reading it.
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The Blackened Bible
PoetryThe Blackened Bible is an autobiography using lyrics and poetry. This is the unabridged version, in which the narration has not been removed. "...Let it be known that this is a submersion, an adaptation of a corrupted mind to paper. Come. Read. Let...
