Monday, July 31, 2017

Break Your Fucking Phone

You say how I am clueless
Well I never claimed to know
While you tease and tempt my flesh
You fail to see my heart is fallow

My heart is cold and dead
I've been through too much
To somehow now accept joy instead
Of your treacherous soft touch

You killed it last time
When you promised but never
And now I refuse to be moved inside
That we might ever be together

And now you hold my heart in contempt
But that isn't my fault, or flaw
You reached inside me, called me bent
And yet you continue to call

Erase me from your contacts
Wipe me from your list of friends
I'd rather not be attacked
Let this connection end

Let it end
Let it end
Don't look at me again
Just let it end