If you had a chance to have the last word, what would you say?
I'd tell her she was wrong
Wrong to think I was the frail, the fragile, the delicate one
She was never strong
But she could fool anyone
I'd tell her I was wrong
To believe she ever cared about me
I was naive and I followed her blindly
Finally, I can see clearly
Look at me now
You're weak
You'll always be the last to speak
The last to be noticed
And look where you are
Terrified to be alone
You'll never make it on your own
You know it
You spent so long
I spent too long
Putting my faith where it didn't belong
Are you there, God?
Nobody's listening
What was I thinking?
You were insane
He was inconsequential
I hope I've been helpful
It's been fun to watch you suffer
But you're the one who's six feet under