What is it with you?
Open season?
For you come to me again,
with your tales of heartbreak and treason,
and with tales of your pain that seem to me without rhyme,
and with tales of your pain,
that seem to me to have no reason,
and tales of your suffering,
and tales of you suffering ignominies,
but there are far too many for me that I do not believe,
because you have cried wolf far too many times,
and you have cried far too many tears,
an unnatural amount of tears before me,
and sadly, I do not believe you,
I do not believe you one bit,
and I wish that you would quit,
but it seems to be the season,
the season for it,
and I have no want of it,
no want at all,
because you only want pity,
and I fell for it over and over again,
and you tricked me far too many times,
and I cannot be friends with someone who constantly lies,
so, I will no longer be your shoulder to cry on,
because there is no longer any pity in my heart,
and no longer any pity in my eyes,
so, no, do not come to me with your lies,
for your lies I do despise,
and no longer do they beguile me,
and no longer do they mesmerise me,
and make me feel sorrowful,
so, go away and wipe those fake tears from your eyes,
because I am no longer a fool for you!
What?
What is that look on your face,
a look of surprise?
Oh, go away,
go away and cry to yourself,
yes, I really do not care,
but anyway,
you have no shame,
so, go away,
because I am no longer a fool for you,
oh, what a shame,
what a shame!!
