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I
wonder
what
you
think
of me

Now
you
know my
vulnerability

Do
you
care
for
what
you
see

Or
will
this
all end
predictably?

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

The Silver Medal

This
was
hardly
a fair
fight

And
we
both
know
who
rightfully
won

Yet
I’ll
step
graciously
aside
for
you

As
one
day
the
truth
will
come

The(ir) Split

It’s
not
about
what
she
did

Or
what
he did
either
to be
fair

It’s
about
how
it has
made
me feel

For
the
rest
I could
not
care

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

Picture Perfect

Continue to enjoy

Your sweet little lives

And act as you see fit

I’m just relieved

I no longer suffer

The toxicity that lies

Beneath it

 

Real Talk

It
hurts
my
heart

To
hear
you
cry

And
watch
you
break

Like
this

As
your
life

Falls
apart

And
you
stare

Into
the
abyss

Found

Hearing
how
sad
you
would
be

Doesn’t
make
me
change
my
mind

All
it
does
is
remind
me
to
choose

A
method
that
is
kind

Nonsense

When
the
wine
is in

The
wit
is
out

And
it’s a
good
job

To
be
honest

As
what
else

Would
we talk
about?

Soothsayer

Thank
you
for
alerting
me

To
what
I could
feel

But
could
not
see

Because
of
you

I
am
now
free

To
be
the
person

I
want
to
be

The Train Home

Why
can’t
it be
like that
all the
time

Talking,
laughing
and
drinking
wine

It
always
feels
like
such a
crime

When I
have to
return
to this
life of
mine

The Scene Of (Too) Many Crimes

They
say it’s
good to
be back

And
for once
this time
it is

Reliving
all of
those
memories

Really
is
such
bliss

Just
to be
sitting
here
tonight

Delighting
in who
I was
then

Makes
me so
glad I
got the
chance

To
come
back
here
again

The Reckoning

If you
can’t
bear
to see
the hurt
you’ve
caused

Then
feel
free
to
look
away

For I
know
that
guilt
will
fuck
you up

And
you’ll
face
the
truth
one day

E(strange)d

You can say
what you want

But you’re
still a cunt

Your actions
I can’t forgive

For I’ll bear
the brunt

Of your
audacious stunt

For as long as
we both shall live

Parachutes

I’m not sure I
can offer much

But a tissue
for your tears

A shoulder for
you to lean on

And an endless
supply of beers