I ask you for your time,
I beg for you to give me stability.
You give me what I want to hear,
But in the end, it doesn’t do **** for me.
This dissonance is the confusion,
Your writing is my catastrophe.
My thoughts are in a tangle,
This web you weave is deadly.
Take my soul, my sanity,
Go ahead, **** the life right out of me.
Because I begged you for something solid,
But you couldn’t give me stability.
Now I am living in a state of delusions,
From the lies you told to me.