"let it be" they say
advice that might as well mean
let it be and grow and fester to become
something so ugly you can't understand
and so I did.
I've lived like this for four long years and I can finally sayI abhor you
you and your hair that never lies flat
the way you walk, all arrogance and graceless strut
the way you whore yourself out, just so you feel
accepted, even though..
psst. secret time.
no one can stand you
the way you ignore me and then
cling for all you're worth
(which isn't much, by the way)
the way I somehow thought I loved you
even though you were never what I needed.
I'm done with this.
I release these feelings as I sing along
"I can't fucking stand it when you're around"