i have opened up my eyes, yes dear i see the light.
no more beating around the bush, straight on.
im going to face this straight on.
im tired of acting like im okay with it all.
as if i were a fly on the wall.
i have got to take back whats mine.
all those things that you stole.
those things you threw away.

Its okay we can act like in a play.
you be the victim and i be the bad guy.
tell them your lies i will play along.
its easier than to try to convince them, through all this fog.
tell your tragic tale of your broken heart and how you feel used.
tell them your lies of how youll change, that you have seen a brand new day.
But, i know better.
yes, dear i have learned better.


i have opened up my eyes, yes dear i see the light.
no more beating around the bush, straight on.
im going to face this straight on.
im tired of acting like im okay with it all.
as if i were a fly on the wall.
i have got to take back whats mine.
all those things that you stole.
those things you threw away.


its all thrown away, glued to the inside of a box.
yes, thats you glued to the inside of a box.
the one i burried in my backyard.
i burried the things you left behind.
your boxers your shirts, yes, dear theyre in there too.
glued right next to you.
i took back the things that were mine.
my heart was left there on the floor collecting the dust under your bed.
you thought i wouldnt see.
but i took back the things you did not need.
the feeling you threw away.
yes, dear its okay.


i will forgive, one day, of that i am clear.
dont fret lovely youll find peace one day.
but at my feet you will have to pay.
your tears wont repay the ones i cried.
just know i wont be there to dig you out.
you made this bed so sleep in it, all day if you wish.
its your mess to clean.



freedom has never felt so good
intoxicating as it runs through my veins.
it clears my head, flooding it with bleach.
a new slate, untainted by your pain.
but i will not forget, every scar you have left.
but it taught me well.
no one is worth your love, not a love like that.
and addiction worse than drugs.
a sickness of revolting need.


dont worry love, im cured
and now i am immune to you.
dont try your games they wont work this time.
i promise you i have changed.
i dont need you anymore.
i feel sorry for you, yes dear.
the help you need you cannot get.
and for that pitty fills my head.
your craving for the touch, of anyone.
wont satisfy your need.
maybe one day you will learn.
but i guees your time will be taken in trial and error.


hurry dear, lifes not here forever...