You keep saying
That it’s sorted
And everything’s
Under control
Yet all I can see
Is anxiety
As you fall deeper
Down the hole
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You keep saying
That it’s sorted
And everything’s
Under control
Yet all I can see
Is anxiety
As you fall deeper
Down the hole
I just don’t understand
He said
Why she would try to tear us apart
Because the cost of true love
She said
Is always someone else’s heart
To be honest
I always knew
Psychopathy
Was your main trait
It’s just a shame
That I played your game
Losing out
When it was too late
Psychopathic
Looking through old photos
It’s only now I’m struck
By how much your eyes
Betray your lies
And your smile is fake as fuck
(Originally Posted 29.12.2020)
If only I’d tried harder
I could have fought you more
If only I’d been smarter
I could have won the war
Fade To Black
Pull down the stars
Put out the sun
I’ve had enough
You have won
(Originally Posted 23.10.2020)
With all these plates
To keep on spinning
It’s no wonder that I
Never feel like I’m winning
Mondays
Head racing
a million
miles an hour
Heart
pounding
the same
So many
appointments
to make
So many
lions
to tame
(Originally Posted 21.10.2019)
If you’re worried who’ll win
In the end
Then you absolutely needn’t be
For it may look like I haver
But I would wager
That she’s still far more troubled than me
Let
I let
myself
down
today
When I
let you
inside
my head
I wish
I could
just let
you go
And
enjoy
my life
instead
(Originally Posted 22.09.2019)
And who did win out
In the end?
Well it wasn’t you
Was it my friend
All that effort
To leave me crushed
And yet I walked
Before I was pushed
Match Point
Please,
ignore
me
more and
more
each day.
For you’ll
only
push me
further
away.
Please,
glower
at me
more and
more
each week.
For
I won’t
always
turn
the other
cheek.
Please,
isolate me
more and
more
as time
goes on.
For we’ll
see who is
victorious,
when all is
said and done.
(Originally Posted 23.06.2019)
I win
You lose
Now it’s you
Who’ll fucking bruise
Hands Down
You
win
I
lose
Ain’t
that
The
fucking
truth
(Originally Posted 03.06.2020)
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
What would you do
If it was you
Would you risk it
Even though
You could lose
—
I have no idea
What I’d do here
So thank fuck
I don’t
Have to choose
Even though I’ve lost
And she has won
I know your love
Will never be undone
If you can’t win
Don’t lose
I really don't care
If I win or lose
Either way around
I just wish you'd choose
You
win
I
lose
Ain’t
that
The
fucking
truth
Don’t
give
up,
The
email
reads,
You can
still get
what you
want.
Only an
automated
response,
I
believe,
Could
be so
nonchalant.
Whilst
trying
to fix
this
hopeless
mess,
I’ve
realised,
it’s all
just
fucking
pointless
anyway.
Nobody wins.