The thought of you with him makes my stomach turn, you left me with nothing but a grim type of feeling; a burn. It would be a lie to say I want this to be easy to hear, maybe im the *******, maybe I need a beer. why with the lies? what do you fear? Preach candor but the mark was never hit, amazing in areas but lacking in wit. It would be a lie to say I never wanted you, but I never wanted this. You cried but didn't reap remorse, give me another excuse or 'reason'; of course. 'You ****** her' she says, you ****** me; lies since may laid out like a web. A love I once had laid to rest, I am not your biggest fan but I wish you the best. I want the one who shed her light on this mess; I'm done with stress, I'm done with the yachts, and I'm over all just done with the sess.