My number one favorite band..
Number one favorite man.

Weak, abused, used,
All told was a twisted truth.

Broken, fucked, shattered,
did I even matter?

Loveless, hopeless, tough,
I know I will never be enough.

Confusion, uncertainty, disarray,
all my scars left on display.

Disappointment, depression, anxiety,
how could you do this to me?

Stumbling, falling, screaming,
living for the vices just to numb the painful stinging.

Silence, alone, empty,
were you ever even listening to me?

Looking for subtle ways..
All the things left I had to say.

You didn't want me that point you made very clear.
I had to separate myself, but all I wanted to be was near.

I wish I could tell you my opinions now.. the ones you found so helpful..I'd tell you the golden heart you thought you had, it's truly deceitfully terrible.

You should've been there for me, like all the times I was there for you. You should've fought for me because the way I felt was so much beyond what you knew.

It's a catastrophe, another I told you so,
another I knew better, all of it bursting into flames.
Yet my mind still can't convince my heart to forget your name.