I keep thinking I’ve forgotten something.
And I have.
You.
(Originally Posted 23.05.2019)
Under Duress
So I’m
coming to
your house
todayAs it
seems
I have
no choiceBut to endure
three hours
of awkward
pretenceAnd your
fucking
awful
voiceIf only
I could
just say
noThen all
of this
would
endInstead I’ll
turn up
with a
smileAnd fake
being
your best
friend(Originally Posted 15.09.2019)
Introspection Anyone?
Maybe if you
Could just look
Look inside your heart
For a minute
You would see
What you did to me
Was a heinous crime
To commit
Goodbyes
So long
Farewell
Auf Wiedersehen
Adieu
I never liked you anyway
Or the rest of your fucking crew
Round Our Way
Broken bottles
Broken bones
Broken hearts
Broken homes
Out With The Old…
At least yesterday
I missed your feast
It was always the part
I liked the least
Faking a smile
Whilst passing the peas
Thank fuck that now
I can eat in peace
Thoughtless
Not only is it the time of year for giving
But the time for receiving too
You’ve no idea how glad I am
There’s no more bullshit gifts from you
The High Road
You can fuck off now
I’ve had enough
I no longer care
For this selfish stuff
But you should know
And I mean to be blunt
Maybe I wasn’t always right
But you were always a cunt
Mawkish
You’ll say you miss him terribly
As you bleat and cry and whine
But all I’ll remember is when
You couldn’t stand to be near him then
Even half the fucking time
Congruent
If I was ever anything
It certainly wasn’t fake
So if you think that’s true
After all I went through
Then that’s your mistake
Fraudulent
Love me a little
Hate me a lot
At least I’m not the one
Who thinks they won
Pretending to be someone they’re not
Regret
Considering
everything
I’ve given
up
My
life is
finally
on track
It’s just
a shame
I didn’t
know
how
All
of
this
would
work
out
And
left
you
standing
a while
back
Winter Lockdown
Wind
Howling
Strangers
Prowling
Dogs
Growling
Me
Scowling
– Obviously
Fuck The Past
And
fuck
you
tooI’ve
never
been
happierSince
I got
rid of
you
(Prick)ing At Your Conscience
Think
what
you
want
about
me
Speak
shit
to
those
who’ll
listen
But
please
believe
me
when
I say
It
won’t
be me
who
rues
the
day
That
you
created
this
division
For Sale
Your house isn’t the problem.
You are.
Maybe
It
has
occured
to me
once
again
Now
that
I’m
left
without
a friend
Maybe
all
this
time
I’ve
misunderstood
And
it was
actually
me who
fucked
things
up
Bad News
The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself
You Know Who You Are
You
really
are
such a
prick
I don’t
know
how you
can show
face
That
you think
this can
be fixed
quickly
Is an
absolute
fucking
disgrace
What I Should Have Said
Get to fuck
You piece of shit
I will not stand
For any more pish
You think you’re it
But it’s just a front
You’re nothing more
Than a self serving cunt
That Time Of Year
Maybe
it’s
because
I can’t
be there
Or
perhaps
it’s
more
I just
don’t
care
For
now
that my
confidence
has
grown
I’ll
spend my
birthday
home
alone
