Facsimile Farewell Tears
If you don't wanna know then don't ask
I'm tired of the third degree
These eggshells are getting numerous
And I'm sick of tiptoeing through life
This isn't how it was meant to be
You only want to know, just to say you know
And file it away for another day's use
Every word sharpening the metaphorical knife
That one day you'll stab into my back
Even if you don't then realize…
How many times do we have to do this dance?
I'm sick of shedding these facsimile farewell tears
Just to have you come back again
When are you going to let this die,
And give me back my peace of mind?