You say you don't know,
you pretend not to see
When your vision is obscured
by a reluctance to believe
You claim it's me,
who's in the wrong
When we've both been broken
for far too long
You say you're seeking a bed
A shelter from the storm
Whilst ignoring my arms open
And hands so warm
You imagine I'm lost
Lamenting, feeling blue
When you're 100% right
(but I'm not telling you)
I'd rather die
Than suffer your "sorries"
I've rather drown
in water than worries
I'm sick of the script
So tired of the lies
I'm using emotional scissors
To sever these ties