All you do is seek attention
Begging and praying for a new direction
However, I’m still on your mind
The memory of me has not yet died

You cut me out of your life
But all I did was seek a cordial break
You lust for the thought of dirt on my face
Soaking in your loathing embrace

Grieve me on your own time
Don’t seek validation from public haze
Leave me without a trace
A path of muck lathered in disgrace

You want a taste of new found dignity
Mixed with the sweet sensation of tasty sanity
Unless that leaves a sour taste on your tongue
Spit it back out once like mud that I wrung