how can you sit there and tell me that you love me
as im shattering and ripping my body apart just for you
your stoic detached stare just stirs up anxiety and pain in me
u say that you love me but in the depths of my heart you do not
crying salty tears night & day over you cause ure nothing more than
a painful mistake that i shouldn't have ever made
u make me feel like im a fragile damage marionette just constantly
pulled on its strings for your delight.