My anger thoughts on repeat. In my head, bitter thoughts are like a song with no instruments. Its words are so sharp and they just keep banging in my head.
I had never dreamt of hurting you, I mean I can never bring myself to the point of doing you wrong.
…but that doesn’t really matter to you. I mean in your eyes I’m a thief, a happiness-thief.
I make people build their worlds around me just to knock them down.
Have them believe in the good to blinden them from seeing my badness.
You thought I never saw it coming? Well, I did.
I saw it all… when all that I said didn’t really matter that much to you.
When all my efforts were in vain and all you thought about was not falling victim to my ways of cruelty?!
I saw it all.
See… the day you choose to open your eyes and see all the beauty my actions possessed, I’d be long gone.
…because now you foolish ways of playing FBI with my happiness and peace are eating at my patience and persistence.
On day will be our day and when our day comes, I’ll throw the towel, take a bucket and rope, find a tree and put an end to our happiness.
Lay it to rest, because we have both taken advantage of it.