I’m no good, a rotten piece of flesh. My nails, laced with poison, and I like to watch you choke. I press hard, until skin breaks, making crimson beads, down your neck. You wither, nonexistent, and I sweep up leftovers, under the carpet.
I saw the moon, golden through the clouds. Reminding me, of the time I once loved you, and you poisoned my soul. You drained me dry, as I appeared a fool.
Why do you talk about me behind my back? Why do you scrutinize every single thing that I do? Why do you have to criticize and criticize some more? Why do you say you love me but your actions don't?
Why do you end up breaking up the tightest of ties? Why do you still sit there on that high throne of yours? Why do you not realize the lives you scarred? Why are you so selfish beyond comprehension?
Why? Why? Owh why and why? Why do you make them feel so so sad? Why do you hurt their poor little hearts? Why? Owh why? Why? Why?
Amazed at how people can be so cruel and evil like those villains you read in books or watch in movies or TV shows. Real, red blooded human beings.
You're immature Stubborn And a quitter Everything I didn't think you were If I had seen these traits I would have turned my feet around the moment I met you