I Really Do Hate Your Music

I'm listening to the music you like -
it's the only thing of you I have left.
Your bark was nothing compared to your bite,
and your message has been sent.

And the nerve you have to pretend nothing is wrong -
I almost admire your lies.
(I'm still listening to this same freaking song,
one I'm not even sure that I like.)

And your head is still stuck in a cloud,
and you're dreaming of fantasies.
I can't believe you're someone I ever trusted,
but then again, I never thought this is who you'd be.





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