You're the worst thing that ever happened to me.
I don't want you, but want me.
You bastard!,
you made me this godforsaken zombie.

Bastards always know. [with a hint of deep sarcasm]

Just so you know,
I would punch you in the face
if I wasn't a lady.
Ladies don't do that sort of thing.
Must keep up appearances--
though reputations have turned to nothing.

I lost,
because you lost sight of everything.
You lost yourself,
and I lost everything.



And oh,
you can continue to worry.
I'm sitting here, looking in my drawers
for the thing you almost took.
I keep my secrets from everyone,
keep them hidden underneath.
And you'll never know for certain
whether or not it's true.
Because, knowing you,
you've already made up your mind
and are through.

Well, whoop-di-doo.
You're past me and onto something new.
Enjoy the empty nothingness ahead of you.
Fuck me for believing it, and fuck you, too.

The knife just wasn't quite sharp enough.

Flowers for the ones you loved
Flowers for the lost at sea
Flowers for the ones you loved
Flowers for the lost at sea

-i wish i had written this

It all ends the same.

I don't understand everything,

but I do understand a closed door.

It's okay,

you don't have to pretend to fix this anymore.

You stay here, and I'll go there.

Goodbye, my heart;

painted black and splattered everywhere.