Another Breakup Song/Thing/Poem/Whatever

by Noise Pollution

Now everybody’s satisfied
My god, are you not satisfied?
I took you in, I whispered lies
I sung you little lullabies
but in the corners of your eyes
an image made your heart arise
and all the lows and all the highs
the greyest clouds, the darkest skies
would follow

but nothing could stop this,
no nothing at all
you were committed
through spring, summer, fall
god forbid you wait
for the winter to pass
you fickle fucking fake
I fucking hope you’re falling fast

oh, I’m gonna kill you
I’m gonna kill you.