As I sit in my corner and consider your falsehoods,
I don't have anything else to do yet separate and cry.
You knew it would end,
You knew it would kick the bucket,
You knew one day we'd need to state farewell.
You revealed to me you adored me,
You revealed to me you gave it a second thought
Yet, the wrath inside had gradually flared.
The minutes we shared replay in my mind
Alongside all the sweet lies you said.
You thought it was a diversion
You thought you'd win
In any case, at last you didn't feel anything inside.
Where it counts inside there was a major exhaust space
That I now acknowledge you couldn't supplant.
Something about you helped me see
That without adoration I'm at last free.
Free from torment,
Free from lies,
Free from having tear filled eyes.
Without your adoration I at last observe
All the shocking things you've become.
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