I'd like to ask ask you, is it fun to taunt me?
About how great your life is now, after that incident..
Does it make you feel like you've really stumped me?
Well if you want to share, babe, I'll respond just this once...
Well my life started with you (Of course that you knew)
You made me believe I was enchanted, the colors were brighter (Because they were mine..)
Took me so far away
Made me think in black and white
Till my whole world turned gray
And you had all my light
I couldn't even write a rhyme
Made me sick until I couldn't rise
You laughed every time you opened my door
"Hun what's that face for?"
(It's just my face...)
I've seen so much since I left
Colors started coming back in High School
(Guess I had the opposite experience)
I used to think you were the Sun,
(Remember how mad you got when I changed my mind..)
Now you're more like a weed.
In 7th grade I met a Rainbow, a Hare and a Disease..
Rainbow was crazy, as a rainbow should be.. (And way more beautiful in color..)
And the Hare was so sweet.
The Disease tried, just like you.
But you taught me well, and he never won (Not the way you did..).
After that, we all parted ways.
You came back, vowing to end my days (I believe you phrased it in a much nicer way..)
Then you told the world we once shared
'I was in a tiny trailer, in a dirty bed..'
Made sure I saw it, and didn't say a word..
Red and Blue rose up, angry and tired.
They said they wanted to rise, but I told them not to fire
That's what you've wanted, another fight
But I won't give you the satisfaction
Of seeing me angry, seeing me sad.
You won't see me at all
When this ends.
So thank you Mica
You changed me for the worse
You lied and cheated, broke me more times than I can count.
But I'll turn it around
All the colors might fade again
And your whispers may come back
Still, I'll wade through your subtle clicks
With no needed disguise
I know who I am, hun
You won't tell me otherwise.
I'm done listening to your voice and your lies.
I'm as close to happy now
as I was before you.
Sure it isn't much
Not as lovely as you're doing,
But don't you worry
I'll make this better without a lie for help,
A chest of deceit, and a disposable person to blame.
One last thing, I'm truly happy you're doing well.
I'm not seething, just rambling.
Goodbye dear friend.
This is the end.
Sometimes you're taunted by someone you once loved, they just want to see you boil. This is the 'boiling point' (: Been a while since I wrote! Thanks for reading!