I spit in disgust at your identity.
What you've become,
and who you were
are two completely different people to me.
And I hate you both.
I hate these thoughts,
and I hate these feelings.
Everything you say
makes me wish you'd choke;
I hope you burn in the fire you created.
Your anger is not my problem,
not anymore.
I've tried so hard to tolerate the new you,
and just like the old - I can't.
You're so stubborn and so unkind,
so peace with you is hard to find.
I want to hug you,
but you're some poisonous disease
that's stopping me from breathing.
I can't stand the way you look at me.
Every song I hear makes me scream.
I'm so disgusted at this world;
at you.
You're not even trying for me;
you're not even trying for you;
you're sinking into nothing and it's such a waste.
Why do I care?
I can't stand the way I feel.
This is the last time I'll lie for you;
I'm sick of saving your heart.
when you're tearing mine apart.
