Sunday, April 1, 2012

I've stepped in your BS one too many times

I swear, all of the stars in the sky are blinding
But your refusal to respond is what has me unwinding
I try to love and I end up getting hurt
I'm fucking sick of getting treated like dirt

So I'm moving on
And you are now long gone
From the choices I have made
To someone else my heart will have strayed

And you can't have it even if you beg
Because God knows that the bruises on my leg
Are because of you and you alone
So next time you call, don't expect me to pick up the phone

I'll press ignore so it will stop vibrating
and then you will be the one who is waiting
for even just a single syllable response
Welcome to the relationship anti-Renaissance

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