Don't tell me how you feel.
I have heard this all before.
I know what you say isn't real.
I can't believe what you say anymore.

I know you'd like to believe, that you aren't as transparent as you are.
But I know how you love to deceive.
And I really don't need another scar.

You need to just move on.
Your eggshells are everywhere.
They're to sharp for me to walk upon.
I don't need to because I no longer care.