After all this time, the question is the same,
But first I want to know, when did you start playing that wicked game?
How did you not see me getting hurt?
By the way, are your eyes still covered in dirt?
I am sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?
Wasn’t it all so fun, cruel, and laughable?
Weren’t you feeding me a ******* lie?
Did you chock me out of my ******* mind?
Don’t worry I can answer it for you: Yes,
After all these years I am still a mess.
After all this time I can’t let go of the pain, the anger, the hatred.
After all, that was one helluva betrayal.
I don’t know how to not feel low.
I don’t want to LET. IT. GO.