Fade her out, she always puts me out. She becomes a real bitch when things won’t come easy to her. It’s like the new mtv “look at me” newly wed special for everyone to see. So let the bomb drop “I don’t care anymore.” Listen closely girl to my words, because they don’t seem to find you anymore lately. THings move forward as you digress.. gone. gone, I’m so gone and she is becoming so five minutes ago. A harsh reality was all she needed in her show. I suck at playing her games, I’d settle for a tie anyday instead of getting stuck the loser once again. Hours away, think of all the heart break we are saving on now, and when it’ days after we last talked- all we can do is recycle old fucked up issues. REPETITIVE, REPLAY, STOP. And these are the words I want to hold in my fist and shove down her neck to feel the resistence. She can’t resist this anymore, “I’ll bring it all the way down to your digestive track.” Just let that sink in.