No wonder you couldn't have a conversation with me No wonder you can't even respond to the email I wrote you Not that I expected it to be welcomed with open arms But it's months later and I'm still piecing together your lies And I'm sure the truth is even worse than what I've discerned Congratulations. You're the biggest liar I've ever known. And something is deeply wrong with me That I fell in love with you.
It's not artful, but whatever. Sometimes I have to let my anger out.