You kinda make me sick,
Anger boils, chokes, and spills outward, forward, onward,

The promises taste like lies,
And your spoken truths turn to evil winged whispers, 
Shouting, I'm shouting, outrage pooling, spilling, out onto the toes of the ones you make claims of love to,

The dolls you fashion to your wishes,
She'll never taste like me, breathe or replace me,
She's only a false, And your false lies will only spill, outward, forward, onward,

She'll watch your moves, chart your lives, make a dream of reality,  cut out, replace, reform, and make you hers, till your anger spills and the walls fall,  and reality crashes in like unwanted news, 

And I'll sit and watch, as you dream of things floating in the winds of the winter, and my name slips past, and you touch my hate, and it spills, outward, forward, onward.