Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Call me a liar, call me a bitch
If it helps you sleep at night
I see through the glass exterior of your facade
The truth that lies beneath
You try to escape it,
You try to reason your way out of it
Making me wrong and you right…
For that is what it has always been.
Nothing was good enough for you,
Not from me…
She was always there, in the background
Hiding within you, in your heart, in your head
You told me nothing was to come of it.
It wasn’t what I thought.
I was a fool to try to believe.
To try to love you, and make you love me.
It was never love.
You lied.
And you sat there, and tore me apart.
When things didn’t work out.
Making me the bad one, when…
You never loved me to begin with.
Making me wrong… and you right…
The way it always was…and always will be.
I walked.. away from you…away from us.
You held on, to something you didn’t even want to begin with.
You held on… making me bleed for you more.
Holding on to what?
For what?
You hide behind my faults
Making yours seem less evident
Telling those around… what a bad person I am.
Fine… let me take the fall…
Ease your guilt, ease your pain,
The only way you know how.
Im use to being abused, so it shouldn’t matter right?
Nothing mattered to you really.
My feelings were something to wipe your feet upon.
My life was something to used to waste some spare time.
The real goal was never what we had.
Not in the beginning, not in the end.
I walked away… from you,
I walked away… from us.
And you held on… why?
To what?
To an easy ride, and a foolish girl.
The fool is gone…
The ride is over.
The love is dead.
Thank you for that.
© 2003
M. Swanson