God, I stay up so late at nite just thinking and hoping and praying for you to say the things I've planned out in my head, the things you've already said.

the things you promised, the things you swore
they're absolutely nothing now just cause you strangled my last hope to guilt of the sins I had already shed.

Just rip out my stomach once more with your stabbing words. Just try a bit harder this time to hurt me indirectly and keep me on reserve.

thanks a lot for getting my hopes so high.

thanks for the insecure security.

thanks for making me feel like shit for what you weren't involved in.

thanks for ripping open the wounds and sucking the life outta me and using it for your cause.

thanks for changing my label so quickly. thanks for taking away the love I thought would be forever. THANKS FOR STRAIGHT UP LYING TO ME. THANKS FOR GIVING UP YOUR ALLIEGENCE.

I've had it. I can't control the manipulation game. I can't train my feelings.

the thought of your lips touching someone else...
the thought of another girl in my spot on your chest.
knowing that I'm replaceable.

I'm just another useless person in the world that ain't better than an easy fuck, a practice shot something to surpass and then think of all you got.

these broken knuckles are dedicated to you. each metacarpel broken in spite of all you've been up to. If i could transfer my eyes into yours, it would be apparent why I'm so goddamn sore. keep them, I don't want to see anymore. I'm appalled by all I've seen.