Quit running away and face the day of your reckoning,
you brought this on yourself,
you needn't any help, from me.
Lies, spilling out your mouth so profusely,
resembling something like a nose bleed.
I'm still a little bruised
so don't get my smile confused with being okay.
Immaturity is running rampant;
manipulation isn't cute, I’m past it
Could it have been that easy,
like it was only sneezing,
it knocked the wind out of me,
gasping for air I could barely breathe,
every fiber of my being oozing and seething with the pain of knowing,
knowing I meant as much as you could count on one hand,
now I know where I stand