You've got some real nerve thinking we could be friends again,
And I've got a real problem telling right from wrong again,
I think I stood strong, you still wouldn't admit you were wrong,
I understand I was harsh, but don't forget how you led me on,
You threw me away and ruined what we had,
After you found more strife in another man,
Now I'm ****** up, because you couldn't keep your legs shut,
I know you'll try and talk to me again this year,
But this time, I might legitimately give a ****.

As I lay here with my ear in between the cold ceramic tiles and my head,
I can finally let go of the fact that I never said:
You are a leech,
You are the loss of speech,
You are the pieces of broken glass one finds on the beach,
You are the hypocrisy,
That taught me not to **** where I eat,
You are the rug,
that clutches like quicksand,
Sinking its teeth into my feet,
Keeping me from moving forward,
And everything that has, is or ever will push me away from you,
Is a privilege and a favor.

First you **** with my brain,
Then you throw me away,
Oh, I see how it is,
Now my eyes are pried open,
And I can see clearly,
That I'm better than all of this,
You condescend me for a smoke,
Then you find someone like him,
You've become a ******* joke,
Rest assured that tonight is not another night,
Where I'll be using your name to choke.

I know I'm just a stranger,
shouting blindly to the dark.
But I will see this message sent,
it comes straight from the heart.
If suicide's consumed your mind,
the "only" option left to you.
Drop me just a couple lines,
what more have you to lose?
I've seen some malice in this world,
I've felt ridiculed and shunned.
I know how attractive it can be,
hell, I've even picked the gun.
So lend me just a moment,
in the least you'll know you're heard.
Maybe with a little luck,
I'll lend some clarity through word.