I’m thrilled you’ve never been told this before
Less so that you couldn’t figure it out
You are so bland there is nothing to mourn
You’re not human if all you do is pout

I understand now that you are reverb
You are the last conversation you had
With no solid base your life stays splintered
Project onto me then ask why I’m mad

I was the only thing real in your life
Glamorized a red pill only to choke
Say I introduced you to real strife
Karma’s sense of humor made you the joke

I only helped you become more yourself
You’re welcome, enjoy your personal Hell