you want to know what my issue is?
i have a problem with hypocrisy.
the very thing i’m being crucified for,
is precisely how you’ve broken me.
whining to no end about this betrayal,
when you’ve done exactly the same.
and you can’t even look me in the eyes,
y’know, it sickens me just to hear your name.
others groaning about my let-down,
when my main concern is to make it up to you.
i’m teetering on the verge of breakdown,
and cut off from the ones who help me stay true.
so how am i supposed to rise above my mistakes,
when i can’t see through the smoke swirling about my head
as i smolder here, tethered to my stake?
not that it matters, as i am to you, i may as well be dead.
you’re on the last strike of keeping me in your sight;
and if i don’t soon from this prison break free,
i’ll make my grand exit, it’s nothing but fight-or-flight.
i won’t sacrifice my mind, so relent; or you’re sure to lose me.
pet peeve number one: hypocrites.
pet peeve number two: idiots.
combined: look out