My Heart Bleeds…

Don’t
expect
me to
feel
sorry
for you

Now
that
you’re
on
your
own

You’ve
bought
this
misery
upon
yourself

These
these
seeds
you
yourself
have
sown

Under Duress

So I’m
coming to
your house
today

As it
seems
I have
no choice

But to endure
three hours
of awkward
pretence

And your
fucking
annoying
voice

If only
I could
just say
no

Then all
of this
would
end

Instead I’ll
turn up
with a
smile

And fake
being
your best
friend

Good Enough

So I’m good enough
to speak to today?

Now all your friends
have gone away?

Well I’ll hold my tongue
and try to be nice.

But you’ll find my lenience
will come at a price.