But my eyes they're weary,
For crying in behalf of my heart;
Swollen with your ballad of lies,
Singing with such intensity of an accelerating dart.
But my heart is exhausted,
For beating at the sight of you;
The shattering still continues,
With your repeated hugs and insincere I love you's.
But my mind has dried up,
For the nonexistent excuses of your pixelated mouth;
Bemused with your certain lies, and of a setup—
Where my sanity escapes to the south.
But my emotional heart was long devoured—
By the resident devil who longs for a broken me;
Will you hear this silent break up—
Of us and this painful memory?