My faith in you, and your words doesn’t exist
You call me friend, and treat me like a fool
Your heart is as dark as 3 AM on a night when there isn’t a moon, roaming the darkest room of a house, lying on the floor in the back of the filthiest closet, and hiding under a pile of the shit you tell everyone that you don’t even fucking believe yourself
It’s funny, in a twisted way, how you think you have everyone fooled
Plotting to waste there time to put a penny in your own pocket
It’s shameful and discussing
It’s only sad you don’t see it
Maybe you do, and just care that fucking little for other people
Maybe that’s why you escape into your own vices
Exchanging one for the other to dull the pain
It’s too bad you can’t dull the pain of the people you fuck over
Maybe dull it a little more with one of the bullets you leave on the floor
You feel so sorry for yourself, but not for what you’ve done
Arguing in circles until people give in
Blowing up when they don’t
The problem isn’t yes or no
The problem is you
You’re fucked up
Deal with it
Make amends to the people you leave in the wake of your forked tongue
Maybe you’d sleep at night if you did
