I don't want to hear anymore
I never want to feel unwanted
This knot in my stomach
I am tired of being the scapegoat
It's been time, I know it,
Might as well face it
Once the trust is gone it's over
Nothing is all that exists of us
Nothing but a memory
A fantasy
Of something you would throw away
Again and again
Throwing me away like trash
Like yesterday I am forgotten
As is this tragic story of we
So hide it in a box
Never to be told,
A nightmare of us
& all we tried to be