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Behind Closed Eyes

I'm sick of seeing your face
When I close my eyes.
I'm sick of being so close to death
And yet being unable to die.

I'm sick of crying at night,
Wishing my dream could come true;
Wishing you here, but you
Robbed me of that too.

I'm running away from you
And I'd slit my f*cking wrists
Before I ever came back,
Ever brought myself back to this.

You gave me false hope,
Gave me poisoned bread.
It's funny, 'cause
As soon as I thought of "us"
I was already dead.

So, you fed me your bread
And you fed me your lies.
And when I lay dying, you
Ignored all my cries.

I saw you smile, and you
Went right back to enjoying yourself.
All those good memories we had
You threw right back up on the shelf.

A wise man once said, "What
Doesn't kill you makes you
Stronger," to me.
But he couldn't imagine how vicious,
Supremely malicious,
Someone like you could be
To someone like me.

So I'm writing these words with
The reflection of hate in my eyes.
They've got to get down,
Before the fire inside dies
And expires,
And my heart grows so cold
When I think of you,
So I'm going to say:

I'm sick of your love, and
I'm going away.