I don't want to be your fantasy
I don't want to be your queen
I'm tired of feeling desired
I'm tired of being seen

When the truth and my wisdom isnt what you wanna hear,
you wish for me to sit back while it crumbles my dear?
Ive cared and been around for all that youve been through,
but this is now a choice, that your choosing to do,
how am I supoosed to have sympathy for you,
when you go back to him even after all you knew.
After he breaks your heart you act like you regret it,
but then I see him in our house, did you already forget it?
You say I cant deny the way you guys connect,
but you cant believe that passion is worth all the neglect.
Hes controlling, neurotic, you say he likes to overprotect,
protecting isnt your phone and your facebook he just checked.
He leaves you for another, over text no doubt,
flaunts his new piece at your job, with you about.
you run off and cry, so surpised and hurt,
then the next day hes sorry, with you he flirts.
Awe how sweet, I swear hes changed this time!
Hmm, why do I feel like ive heard this line.
Ive been there for every fall,
and it always ends the same,
us fighting cuz I dont want her to play his stupid game.
But theres not much else at this point anyone can do. Shes made her mind up.
Shes thought it through.
Shes going to keep him around,
but when it all goes to heck,
this time all I can say is,
what did you expect?

The black snow runs down from the rooftops;
A red finger dips into your brow;
Blue snow flakes sink into the empty room,
They are a lovers’ dying mirrors.
Heavy and torn to pieces the mind muses,
Follows the shadow in the mirror of blue snow flakes,
The cold smile of a deceased harlot.
The evening’s wind weeps in the scent of carnations.

He told you
He wants you to be sluttier.

If he loved you
Like you want him to
Like you love him
He would
Never
Even
Think
About asking you to change.

Why can't you see?

He's ruining you.

He eats at your soul like an earthworm
hollowing things out in there

He's done it to girls before.

Why can't you see?

He's using you.

Why can't you see?

I like a man with fire in his bones
And where his head should be,
There is a home.

And I wax and wane like the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.