it was so sweet of you
to show up at my door
flowers in your hand
heart open, like a sore

did it take you a long while
to write me that song
to paint me a picture with sweet, unspoken words
to admit that you were wrong

do you expect me fake a smile
and listen to your lies
while your words twist red like sin
intruding the pure, white sky

i'd lie, too, and say its fine
that i really don't care..

but i can't do that you ******* fool
you hurt me all too much
i refuse to be your night time secret
i will not be your crutch

I'm moving on
and on
you know,
i hope you cry tonight

and when you call me on the phone
i'll laugh right in your ear

you ******* fool don't you see?
I'm about to disappear...