Sorry dear, I’m not coming home,
However many excuses you’d give,
And I do not even think I know,
If I have a good reason to exist.
A living room lamp shines bright,
There’s nothing in there for me,
Right now I am too hurt to fight,
Or cut your throats with humility.
This is another inexcusable deed,
Meant to punch me below the belt,
I see all the signs and I can read,
You’ll be right next to me in hell.
We are all victims in this ordeal,
Except it’s going to hurt you more,
The torment in me isn’t even real,
I can give you true love to die for.
There’s fifty synonyms for hate,
I want to define them all for you,
Honesty is the most amazing trait,
And obviously one you never knew.
I’d rather carry my broken heart,
Than to tote around a broken neck.
Hope he is everything that you are,
To make you both simple to forget.
My lungs collapse under pressure,
And it’s getting harder to breathe,
This time I feel like it’s your turn,
For your lungs and heart to cease.
You’re different, you are special,
Remember telling me that before?
The only time you weren’t awful,
You were unconscious on my floor.
All the lights in the house are on,
As you claw to find the escape,
Everything I need inside is gone,
As your body is engulfed in flames.
I don’t want to hurt you I swear,
I recall hearing that line before,
Fuck regrets, I don’t even care,
You won’t get to touch me anymore.
We’re all victims trapped in lies,
And nobody ever wins the battle.
It’s not that I need to see you die,
I’m too ice cold for that to matter.
There are fifty antonyms for love,
You need to know them very well,
Teaching you now would be tough,
I will remind you again deep in hell.