Poison, that's all you are,
It shows with each one of your scars.
You play the card "you're dead to me"
you blame me for everything
you say I'm doing things that I'm not
you put it peoples heads so their idea of me rots.
I don't get why you're so mean.
Why must you do those  things?
It all makes sense now, I guess you could say.
How all of you just went away.
The friends I thought I had, I guess I didn't.
Time to move on and just forget it.