The Fabulist

This is it, I'm never just finished with you.
Your knife sticks in my back no matter what I do.
All the blurs from all of your lies,
And I've always seen right through, but now I..
I don't know where I'll go or if I'll ever see you again,
Surrounded by my foes, I feel death calling me in.

Your cold grip on my sould has left me scared to love,
Just look at what you've done, now pay for all of your sins.

Look at what you've done,
This fucking mess and what I've become.
Look into my eyes, and watch as our love dies.

All these years you ripped from me,
I always thought we were meant to be,
And that you'd prove to me and make me see that everything has held true beauty,
But now all I see, your love's a fake.
Now you've left me where I started,
We have parted where the heart ends baby.
All of this time spent with you and now I've only started to see.

All the shit that you put me throught,
But it took me this long to stop believing in you, you liar.

Trust me, bitch, you're no where near perfect.