you know these were written for you.
you know that i was a phantom, split in two.
from both my mind, and soul.
constantly on the nerve of falling
the fear keeps calling.
and maybe i didn't mean as much to you,
maybe I'll never be as much as you were to me.
and god damnit like a bandaid just rip off the truth,
don't spare me, i don't need proof.
i don't want to hear another petty excuse,
because slowly i watched you become all about her,
and you had no idea how much it took,
to swallow the emotional abuse.
don't tell me that im being extra, when i was never your idea of beautiful,
don't tell me you cared about me when you knew all the ways to hurt me;
don't tell me that you're sorry because my soul is broken,
nothing more than my body lying crumpled on the floor.
i'll find my way to the door; let me waste away furthermore.
i do not wish to hear why you could talk to her, but pretend that i didn't exist,
when not that long ago, you begged me to stay
nearly every time i tried to go away.
don't be stingy, don't break my heart again.
don't tell me that you want me around when i know you couldn't give a damn about me.
do not tell me those three little words,
I'll spit those on my grave and spread a cigarette's ash, burn the taste into my mouth
i loved you once, without a doubt.
you never did and maybe now you'll see why
these were written; for you.
