My soul is hurt
My heart you've shattered
My brains, an unconscious mess
That never mattered
You had your life, your goals and dreams
But my role in my own was purely make believe
My arrogance... My anger...
Overshadowed by your control
Your need to fix and manage everything always on patrol
My happiness withered, and died away,
Yet still you thought that I would stay.
Now you're back and feeling how I felt
That sadness , loneliness and pain
That causes your stability to melt
In the end who knows maybe you'll have grown up.
But by then I definitely would no longer give a f*ck
