I stay in line, while no one else obeys you,
you're a good person, says who?
painfully true, you're an emotional STD,
making memories visible and my minds the TV,
i wanna lay by your side so bad,
i get a little lonely theen write to you on this pad,
most of the time trying to understand what we had,
i dream of it again happening, but really it'd be sad,
i'm glad that our ending was sickly simple,
but the pain i retain is far from gentle,
why'd you start a war and assemble
an army of memories to attack my mental?
you must be traced with a stencil of all my past,
so go ahead leave me to all my cash,
call me names like prick, liar or ass,
i'll just let anything you say silently pass.