a grain of truth
I'm not going to lie and say that it's all alright.
It's not. And, despite what you think, it never was.
Can't you see the time you've thrown away?
The clock has been dropping minutes left and right,
and yet, you haven't moved once in time to the
rhythm you begged me to write for you.
What a waste of words.
What a waste of time.
What a waste of you,
and, god, what a waste
of my precious ink.
You told me to keep in touch,
but I'm not dropping lines for you anymore.
Forget my face.
Forget my name.
Forget my words,
and, for goodness sake,
forget my lies.
(there's always a grain of truth
in everything I write.)