She is so naive,
She is so very far
From anything I am or was
Or care to be a part.
Innocents I wasn’t blessed with
I learned what was hard
And niceness wasn’t a pleasantry,
Not when life gets hard.
Maybe I’m aggressive
I feel way too much.
My life was harder
And I say I don’t give a ****
What else can I say?
What cards can I play?

Pretending that I didn’t fight so hard
For our happiness
That you never gave a **** about
Happy-- ness
I couldn’t outwit the
Discontent, you so willingly would invent
And recreate sadness, with a madness you blamed
On a four people who were unnamed
I’m ashamed that I believed you believed in us
You put your faith no ware, I just wanted you to put it there
To fight for how much I cared
To go out and see, and feel what can’t be explained
That’s the truth, that’s our flame
That turned my stomach
Into this pit of hell
Where knots of hurt, feast
Come together. Well whatever
I still loved you.
She isn’t the same
We are different.