You Don\'t Have Access To Me No more

“You Don’t Get Access to Me Anymore”


I gave you love you never earned,
and watched you waste it while I burned.
You drained my soul and called it fate,
but all you ever gave was weight.

You lied so easy, hid so well,
turned our home into my hell.
You touched me only when you’d lose,
then slept like I was yours to use.

You thought my silence meant you won,
but all it meant was I was done.
Done with begging, done with pain,
done circling your endless drain.

You’re not a mystery I can’t solve,
you’re just a man who won’t evolve.
A hollow shell who takes and takes,
then hides behind the mess he makes.

So here’s the truth, stripped down and bare:
I don’t need you, I don’t care.
Your tears mean nothing, your words mean less,
your “love” was chaos in a dress.

I’m colder now — and that’s my cure.
My heart is locked, my mind is sure.
You lost the right to touch my skin,
you’ll never get that close again.

You’ll miss the warmth you threw away,
but I won’t break, and I won’t stay.
I’m walking out with frozen grace —
and you’re erased without a trace.