Pardon me as I burst into flames and vanish into a cloud of smoke.
The world's some sick joke and I'm done trying to laugh.
how quickly you can be discarded
when something better comes along.
deep down you know it's your fault,
but you decide to pity yourself.
you flip through their photos;
smiling faces gleam back at you.
"why wasn't i invited?"
that small and jealous child
that lives in my mind whines at me.
this child quickly becomes a glooming figure.
a figure of some black fog
that seeps through my veins
and swallows me whole.
this is the autobiography of a second choice.
the choice they forgot about.
the choice they see
when all the smoke is clear,
and one sad, sullen apparition awaits;
wanting to be chosen.
with my head down,
and my hopes high,
i walk with them.
Your inability to take accountability shows me the type of man I was with.
I finally poured my heart out to tell you how you hurt me... you were silent.