Caught in the moment of intense rage.
You'd better step away as all forms of communications are in a different page!
It's at a point of exploding into the dark abyss
from which chaos and unspeakable pain makes inevitable to exist the sense of bliss

It's frustrating to see how microscopic your relevance can be
once you've given the benefit and no longer serve a purpose, sadly
The mere thought of it just bursts me down to my core!
How awful it feels to be needed no more...

Convincing myself as I reminisce in the past
that the moments we conversed was sincere, and not a mask that was cast.
Orthodox, it makes me begin to believe
that it was merely facades you built to deceive

Now that you're better off and back to your Elysium Fields
I'm left hanging as with nothing, not even a sword and shield
The bitterness I feel, all enclosed in this silent squeal
No one can ever understand, not even me, the way you make me feel

If happy ever after did exist
it's just false hope that makes the thought persist.
I was stupid to think that it was all so real
when in fact, I was blinded by something surreal