I take a stand
Acceptance
Sad but true
Here I am alone in a
House full of cats
Stuffed animals
And my rage
And my temper
And I can't cry anymore
Because my face burns
Salt in fresh wounds
Flesh wounds
Of the
Kind that
Losers like you
Can't see
Because you only see
What is convenient
So I see only that, too.
And in the end
It doesn't really matter
Who hurt who
And who made you
It only matters
That love is fading fast
And you'd better believe
It's not forever
Because you wouldn't
Let it be.
Finite,
Limited.
That's the end of the cake
Bottom of my barrel
And it's time to
Pour the tequila and
Say adios.