Sometimes you just don't know the answer
'till someone's on their knees and asks you,
When all the words you tell to entertain me stopped carrying weight, it
was way less emptying than when you meant them.
I've learned your tricks. I catch you in the act every damn time.
Either way, words are just words. I can't care for them too much.
After I'm puffed up, I make things easy for you. That's the one thing
I can't do sober.
So many things hurt when you come close, yet I can't.
The karmic paybacks. I can't be the one to serve you it.
I keep finding things tucked in places I thought it left and I
love taking things that aren't mine.
One day, my easiness will be hard on you.
I am beginning to bear hate for you.
I hate your words, how you arrange them and the way
you see me when you want to, leave when you feel like it.
I hate you.
I will forever hate you.
