my pen is the barrel of a gun, remind me which side you should be on

And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to
you
I must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the
time we (talked)...

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But you know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don't want to know a thing

I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should
be on

I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.

my heart is on my sleeve
wear it like a bruise or blackeye
my badge, my witness
that means that i believed
every single lie you said (and learned from the best)

and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to
mention i still hate you

you want apologies
girl, you might hold your breath
until your breathing stops forever, forever
the only thing you'll get
is this curse on your lips:
i hope they taste of me forever

with every breath i wish your body will be broken again


i refuse to be walked all over anymore. i'm sick of being taken advantage of and sick of being treated second rate because you know i'll always be there to take you back. you treat me like a door-mat and i'm done being stomped on. i do everythingi can to make this work and all you do is make excuses for yourself and try to send me on the guilt trip from hell. not gunna fly anymore. acknowledging a problem comes with the responsibility to correct it. you have one and not the other. what bugs me most is that you know what you're doing and dont really give a shit. you just shrug it off because, "thats how you are and you cant help it" and that isnt good enough. if i was important you would do everything you could to help me fix things and you havent. thats what hurts. you brush me aside for others, you make excuses, and you basically just wont own up to anything.

[i'm so over being invisible to you]