I was amazed
You would treat me this way
I thought you were a grace
Thought you were a saint
And now it just hurts
To think of you that way
Cut my lip on the tip
Of the silence you give
You admit it’s a presence
But you won’t give me napkin
For the blood, I thought
You’d always stay put
And I’m counting down the days
I won’t hear your name
I’ve had a good year without you
But it’s always the same
Feeling ashamed, or worse
Sorry for the hurt
That I never performed
But sure
I still love you the same
Won’t tell you this anyway
I don’t care anymore
Go and do your own sh*t