I think back
and it hurts just because it's sweet
like sugar-coated blades
to remember you and your promises
and I can still cling to a belief
that my life can be the same
I get tired
of the same old devotion
your mind is clouded with
me
and I can't see through myself.

your hipocrisy taints you
your blatancy disgusts me
your stubbornness hurts

simple words can heal
but sarcasm rots them.

I can leave my feelings out for all to see
and only you reply
sting
and my teasing facade is wearing thin
because I can't remember why
I'm such a waste.