When you said
I should leave
I did what
You asked me to do
I used that day
To run away
From everything
I knew
All those years
You took the blame
For me pressing
Self destruct
When, in truth,
It was just an excuse
That I used
To get fucked
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
When you said
I should leave
I did what
You asked me to do
I used that day
To run away
From everything
I knew
All those years
You took the blame
For me pressing
Self destruct
When, in truth,
It was just an excuse
That I used
To get fucked
I am honestly
Not interested
In whatever
You’ve got to say
It’s not like
It’ll make a difference
To how I feel
Anyway
For I have
Already decided
This relationship
Has died a death
So you may as well
Just leave me alone
And save
Your fucking breath
Just because
What doesn’t kill me
Apparently
Makes me stronger
Doesn’t give you
An excuse
To hurt me
Any longer
It
didn’t
mean
anything
thenAnd
it
certainly
doesn’t
nowSo
stick
your
apologyUp
your
arseYou
spiteful
little
cow
Can I be arsed with this?
No.
Do I still have to go?
Yes.
Fuck.
I’m sorry I act like I don’t care,
I’m sorry it seems like I’m rarely there.
I’m sorry it looks like I don’t even try,
I’m sorry that you’ve never see me cry.
I’m sorry I never appear in a hurry,
I’m sorry I always make you worry.
I’m sorry I can’t be who you want me to be.
But most of all I’m just sorry for being me.