How precise. I see that you finally caught on.
I am an inconsiderate bastard on most accounts.
I plead guilty, now that it's all out
war.
Let's make it clear, you were never more than a lousy score.
We miss out by default.
I'm not even trying that
hard.
Outside, let's see you carry your own.
This is no surprise.
It's not that I never told you,
We both know I
did.
I'm sick of the intricate confusion you lay like bait,
From here to anywhere but you.
(Or where you stand.)
Did
you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin.
I don't quite fit your precious little cage.
No more distractions.
Why
waste a perfect day,
On your decay.
So this the first time I'm not lying when I said I'm fine.
Cause I'm
sick,
Sick of being sick.
Sick of being told what or who I am
I'm worth it-every single act of love that comes my
way.
Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin.
I don't quite fit your precious little cage.
I will not break
myself
No more
