I’v had enough
Despite your love
I had to get a bit tough.

You were breaking my heart
Breaking my heart apart
All the while I thought it was art
But you were only getting ready to part
To discard

Money in my pocket
Hole in my soul
Was that ever the goal?

That was never the goal

My fathers face in mine
A chill down the spine

I miss someone who does not miss me
Can you see?

The jealous type
The callous type
now ain’t that an irony?