Nothing else to say to you.
Nothing else for me to do.
Can't understand what I've been through.
I honestly wouldn't expect you to.

Do you care, or was it all a game?
Through the lies do you feel shame?
Who should I honestly blame?
Nothing else I expect to claim.

I'm not a vengeful person, not in the least.
But anger tends to bring out my inner beast.
You fed on my emotions like a feast.
I hope you repent to a priest.

This is probably as bitter as I'll sound.
And these aren't the words to which I'm bound.
But these feelings help make the world go round.
And by expressing anger I'll become unwound.