It's no secret that you're plastic fake,
and all your mistakes and all your hate
reveal the weight of all my options
where caution and fate renegotiate,
yet never hold true, 'cause it's the me
that can see right through the you,
you want to retry, you want to undo,
'cause all you're really hoping for
is an almost forgotten life to restore,
but you won't find one here anymore,
no, you won't find that life here anymore.
Your heart begins to swell, this is hell,
no matter what you say or what they tell
it's as good as it gets, the shoe that fits,
keep your wits, and you'll be just find,
or you won't, it was only a matter of time,
something you barely had in the first place,
gone without trace, ghosting a cursed place,
and the look on your face is distraught,
a pain you've felt a lot, and why the hell not?
the little string of lies is all you ever taught,
the string of lies was all your face had taught.
You set in motion something without plan,
without reason, without notion or upper hand,
I stayed in place, and held sure like stone,
you played the race, your true face shown
and held down in disgrace, you can't erase,
but perfect only gets you so far, for so long,
'til everything you have is broken and gone,
promises rang hollow, and I refused to follow,
or give you the slightest hope to regain ground
lost in pursuit of happiness you may have found,
in the pursuit of whatever you may have found.
So, I'm not afraid to face this all alone,
and I'm damned sure you haven't changed,
haven't grown, or ever had a hope to atone,
so let's pretend we never met, never learned,
never walked away, and never burned each
and every word that was ever in our reach,
let's pretend I never opened up that door,
'cause all that you're really hoping for
is a fucking forsaken life you can restore,
but you won't find one here anymore,
no, you won't find that life here anymore.
7.22.2010
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