The hollow feeling of defeat that hits

Far to hard for me to pretend I didn’t feel

I’m sick of all those pathetic, silly, nervous words

Romance was never something I quite understood.

You give me Rome but I did not ask for the Emperor

The metaphor isn’t quite clear but that’s all my mind can think off

I didn’t not ask for you to give me the stars and the moon

I’m quite happy with my own little garden

And you resent that I told you to leave

In your eyes, too soon

I never asked you for anything

You were just to willingly to give

So open and oh, so honest

And did not see or maybe you closed your eyes

That I didn’t care for any of it.

You created something out of nothing

In hopes I'd be your something

I was your very own air built castle.

So, for me there's little suprise in the ending

Bceause this was all just your poorly though up charade.

Don’t give me that look of sorrow

Nothing makes me more mortified then that pitiful look

Of sadness and hope,

You act like I'm some addictive and sweet sweet drug

The easiness disgusts me

The cliche repulses me

And I hope you find someone else to fucking hug.