We thought we were on fire,
Or l did at least,
I always had the fear,
Of you making me the feast,
Of your ceaseless torture.
Why oh why must it be that way
I had a dream that’s now up in the flame
A prince charming without the charm
I forced my feelings in the day
And that night l felt so lame.
When you dropped the bomb
That it was all deceit
You buried me in a tomb
It felt so deep
But it wasn’t six feet under.
Maybe there is still hope
Maybe you didn’t lie to me
Now all l have to say is nope
Am tired of you
You are destroying me
But that voice will always put me on my knee.
For what reason though, I know not
Whether for my request to marry you
Or my request for you to leave me
After all you’re now the expert, no?
Then it hit me it was all useful
If it weren’t for you
I would have never made myself new
And now my playlist is blue.
By SETH and FILBERT.