Im waking in the stages of early mourning
Because the you I know, she has apparently died
You unveiled your real self now after all this time
Took off your mask to show nothing behind
I was just a character on your stage
But the theater always has a new upcoming production
The alteration and dissection of reality that I thought was true
Is now you’re masterpiece that everyone has tickets to
You turned us into you and I
Except now we can’t even be a part of the same story
You erased me completely without any hesitation
You blacked me out like oil over snow
Now all I have is this empty room
Its grown so large that I can barely see the walls
But thats still not as great of a distance
As when you are standing next to me

I still don’t know how you can look at me
And not hate yourself
I see nothing in your eyes

The moment you left me
I knew inside that everything you’ve been feeding me was a lie
Look at what you have done
Every night I try and peel back the layers to find whats real
What the fuck were you thinking
Smoke is easier to hold then to understand what you have done
You gave up everything
I hope the choices that you’ve made all by yourself were worth it

Washed down the drain
Beat and pushed away
How black is your heart
I am dead now
Lifeless and numb
Nothing is real, nothings the same anymore
I think that you only held on so long
Because you had no where else to go

I hope you live the rest of your life in misery
I am better off without you, and I am ready to put these chains down

How I feel is not essential to the established new form of living
It has been made extremely clear that you aren’t even capable of feeling
Fairy tales of happy endings gone in an instant
I’d wish you the best, but you already had it
Any ties to how I once felt
Are dissolved even at the smallest glimpse of you
All the lies and painful deceit you’re selling
Wont buy you as much as you already threw away
When your new fantasy comes crashing down
You can look back and and see what you shattered into dust
And when your night and day blur together in violent emotional fits of regret
The only taste on your tongue will be that of my name.
I hope Im there to see you try and spit it out
To just watch and see you go through what I am going through now
Your tear stained eyes silently pleading for relief from me
If you listen close, you’ll hear my whisper… “you deserve it”