i'm not sure what's true and what's not
but i'm pretty sure one thing is :
i'm hurt.
no amount of 'im sorry's and 'she's lying' can undo my feelings
the urge to press a blade to your neck
ugh, i'm fucking pissed
and i hope the sting of my words
the sting of my words
hurts as much as i do writing.
thinking and believing
that you were different
that you loved and are in love
with me and me only,
well it was just an illusion ?
just a ploy for what?
why lie to me?
after i bared my soul to you
after i told you my inner thoughts
after i told you that i loved you and meant it.
what benefit did you get after ?
what is pleasing about playing with hearts?
hate isn't even the word
to even express how i feel
i just hope my words fucking sting
in the worst possible place.
i hope the taste of my name never leaves your mouth and you choke on the first thing you say to her.
my feelings can't be unhurt
somehow, i'll get over it and you
and when i do, then it will sting
