As sharp as fire, as bold as ice
The world seems so much bigger
Now that I have to walk it alone.
The busy street lights at night
Are no longer a romantic candlelit stroll.
Winter's a sorrowful blank page
Amidst dead trees and cold ground.
A tear freezes at the edge of my heart...
I won't take this pathetic melancholy anymore,
This is not how I feel.
I'm burning with hatred inside,
Envy, jealousy, contempt;
Your face haunts me every second I breathe,
Your laughter lights a fire inside of me.
I can't stand to know,
Or to not know,
How sweetly and passionately you're kissing her,
Or how warm her touch is against your skin.
It's driving me insane to know,
And to not know,
That last night you were out with her,
And it breaks me to try and stop myself
From wondering what gentle words
You whispered after you fucked her,
Or how loud she screamed,
Or how much you enjoyed it.
Cause I'm sick of hearing your
Sickly sweet words of love
While I sit here all alone,
Tired of watching just how hard
You still rock my world
And shake the fucking ground that I'm walking on.
And I wish you could read this
And feel the guilt at the pit of your stomach,
Cause you know it's you I'm talking about,
And it's her,
Your pretty Iris doll,
Who haunts my dreams every day and every night,
With a hypocritical shy smile,
And nifty laughter,
Like a porcelain doll lovingly kept
In a golden case on the highest shelf
Of your pecksniffian love array.