Askewed

You hate me and that is fine
Another fabrication of the mind
Want an enemy so picked a name
We have never been the same
Spoke once and that was it
Easy to make me the one upon which you spit

Fuel for the anger you feel inside
Preach about the rules that you abide
Fallacy that you won’t cast away
Rather make all the strands fray
Then sever the tenuous remains
Starting to become how obviously this is a game

Decry all your grievances
Fit them into several verses
Then start a rumour to breed pain
Dump upon me all your blame
Easier for you to get ahead
We’re strangers that have never shared a thread

Through your lies everyone has seen
Why you will have to say bye to your dream
A long drop and a short stop
Result of a childish strop
Honesty would have got you further
Instead of crying bloody murder
Cause compassion is a better key
At least you’ll now stay away from me
Walk back this way and you know you’ll be stung
All because of a slip of your silver coated tongue

You hate me and that is fine
It was a fabrication of the mind
Wanted an enemy so picked a name
We had never been the same
Spoke once and that was it
Made it easy for me to be the one upon which you did spit