Four years ago
You left my side
And I still feel fucking sick
Even though I know
Death is inevitable
I still blame you, you prick
Xxx
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Four years ago
You left my side
And I still feel fucking sick
Even though I know
Death is inevitable
I still blame you, you prick
Xxx
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hope those chocolates
Fucking choke you
Look out for each other
That’s what you said
Be considerate and kind
Well you never did
When you left me for dead
Whilst I slowly lost my mind
‘But if the answer isn’t violence,
neither is your silence’
You don’t know how I feel
You don’t have a fucking clue
And if you think
We’re in the pink
Then I’ve got news for you
Don’t stop me now
I’m on a roll
Saying my piece
Letting it all go
It was you who did this to us
You see
You are the arsehole here
Not me
So who’s fault is it then
Yours or mine
Who was it that took this
Over the line?
Was it me
With my brutality
And supposed lack of rationality?
Or was it you
And your crew
With fuck all else with your time to do?
Either way it doesn’t matter
As the line has now been crossed
It’s just a shame that we’ll never know
Which one of us won or lost
Although I sit here alone
Devoid of all mirth
I may well be full of wine
But I still know my worth
Time heals
Or so they say
Well, let me tell you
They fucking lie
Time does nothing
But march on
And you’re left
With no right to reply
I’m not proud of what I did
Nor am I happy with what I said
But if you had been kinder
And not some whiny fault finder
Then your eyes needn’t have bled
Life would have been so different
Had you never moved away
We could still be together now
Enjoying every day
But that’s not what happened, is it?
When you fucked off and left
Saying that you needed more
Couldn’t stand to feel oppressed
Well I’m glad things worked out for you
That all your stars aligned
But what I cannot ever forgive
Is that you left me behind
If we are out
In the dead of night
And by chance
Our eyes should meet
What happens next
Will not be short
And it certainly
Won’t be sweet
I always thought
It would be you
Who’d save me
I never dreamed
It would be you
Who’d break me
Call yourself a friend
When you left me here alone
When you couldn’t even be bothered
To visit or lift the phone
Call yourself a friend
When you all you did was make me frown
When you were only happy
If you were putting me down
Call yourself a friend
When you never gave me any advice
Well I know what I’d call you
And it isn’t very nice
You throw your cups and your insults
Because of the colour of my skin
I’ll just keep scoring goals
And celebrating with a grin
He said that he
Would be back next week
As he packed a bag
And kissed my cheek
I can’t take any more of this
You’re really hurting my head
So please stop talking
And just start walking
Leaving me the fuck alone instead
There it goes
The last glimmer of humanity
Flushed down the bog
Along with my sanity
Remember when I told you
I wished that I was dead
And you thought it was all
Just nonsense in my head
Well maybe now you’ll realise
You will finally get to see
The worst thing that you ever did
Was not to believe me
For someone who doesn’t care
You sure do talk a lot
You can wear
Flowers in your hair
Use your words
So elegantly
But it matters not
I couldn’t care a jot
For you’ll always be ugly
To me
You only get one chance with me
And you blew it good and proper
Now it’s not about forgiveness
It’s all about my honour
Down a shot
Smoke a blunt
Either way
You’re still a cunt
I didn’t think
There was anything else
You could do to anger me
But then you go
And confront me with
A fucking awful cup of tea
Even if I had any fucks left
I still wouldn’t give one to you
You were always going to die
Before me
We were resigned to that fate
But it shouldn’t have been
When you were forty five
And I was thirty eight
Xxx
Call me your sweetheart again
She said
And I’ll punch you in the face
For you never earned that right
She said
In the first fucking place
If I had the words
I would speak them
But you were lucky
I did not
It will always be
My deepest regret
I never gave
As much as I got
I took care of everything
But no one took care of me
Did it even occur to you
All that I had been through
And what was then my reality
You’re like an itch
That even though
I scratch until I bleed
Will not go away
All that time
I blamed myself
When you were the one who lied
You have no idea
How much I wish
It wasn’t him, but you, who died
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