i feel a bit calloused, like i really should care more. but the truth that keeps marching in is pushing me through the EXIT door. and every fucking time i've left, i haven't really left. so you mock every last syllable, you twist every motive, disregarding that thing in my chest. i've been living in clips recently. from the first line of that letter to the last line up your nose. and i've come to the slow motion realization that i never meant it either, i suppose. cuz when things fall from beauty, it's supposed to hurt. but sittin up here on this pedistal, you're not so beautiful under all that dirt. "AYO for YAYO" "get a fucking life" what happened to "i dont want that in my present or future" hahahaha "i want to be his wife" hahahaha i mean, we ALL know what happened (uh oh) well... the ones that know you the best we're the ones you push the farthest away the ones who passed the final test do you a) think of only your self (perhaps your fathers right) - oh and the drugs b) put every feeling up on a shelf (saving them for a more conveniant night?) do you c) label everything you come across UNDENIABLE LOVE d) you're just plain ENFERMA or e) all of the above he says we say the same things about eachother "so much shit.. why'd i stick around.. whats her motive.. i dont fucking get it" but we know why because we got FUCKING STUCK with eachother, god forbid it. i like that i'm off rhyming.... no rhythm... no patterned stitch sociopathological bipolar psycho bitch and you BASK in that title like it's healthy (like you care) bought the fucking T shirt cuz your wealthy (fix your hair) i feel a lot calloused, like i really can't care more. and the truth that keeps marching in is replacing that insensitive whore. and every for fucking time i've cried, there's a bitterness so disgusting that i'm throwing up this "friendship" and magifying the mistrusting. what they dont know, they will never know. all that i've said, i take back. "come what may," i will never be your puppet i will NEVER cut you ANY slack the connection was lost long ago i just couldnt hear the dial tone i was so busy talking to MYSELF all this time that since i've hung up the phone.... i'm liberated. and since you've been gone, i can breathe for the first time. and yeah, you mock, i'll rock. maybe i'll take your trip to hawaii, and squeeze extra hard that lime... just for you... cuz i'll pretend its your heart... fuck the rhyimg. fuck you. pretty much.