Ah, I didn't trust you to stop yourself.
You're so obsessed with creating infliction.
You've neglected to the highest point, as always.
You're no longer expected to have some indulgence for your so called "crisis".
Your words have been worn out.
You've kept it up for decades.
You're aging faster as your bitterness goes deeper.
I don't understand her tolerance for the things you say.
You have no purpose, nor foundation for reason.
She's strived to long for that demanded perfection.
Your standards fluctuate only for her.
She deserves much more than you've had thought of giving.
Its far too late now.
Your expectations have reached beyond their limit.
You've expressed this all too well.
Your lies are your own miserable entertainment.
I don't have the energy nor motivation to understand you.
Your split state of being is too much to comprehend.
Your yesterday's bliss become today's discouragement.
I don't keep up.
Your lack of consent is far too ill-natured.
You insinuate often of obligated trust.
I refuse.
Loving is accepted.
Trust is accepted.
Neither are accepted to be expected.
Your only desire is your own self-worth.
That perspective is of too many.
Do you honestly acknowledge what your saying?
It's like the rain that doesn't stop falling.
It's like wind that never stops blowing.
It's like ice that doesn't stop melting.
Although you've caused enough tears to fall.
You've blown everything out of proportion.
Although your heart is cold enough.
Is this not enough for you?
Your appearance of philanthropy is your only excuse for justice.
You've proved nothing to me, yet.
I know your core is like steel.
Your split state of being is either malicious or benevolent.
Why should I take time to understand?
Your only satisfaction comes from self-adoration.
Your self-adoration comes from trampling on others.
You are no better than they are.
You have no right to lash out this torture.
You've done no better than they.
Hell if I know what you think otherwise.
You're so obsessed with creating infliction.
You've neglected to the highest point, as always.
You're no longer expected to have some indulgence for your so called "crisis".
Your words have been worn out.
You've kept it up for decades.
You're aging faster as your bitterness goes deeper.
I don't understand her tolerance for the things you say.
You have no purpose, nor foundation for reason.
She's strived to long for that demanded perfection.
Your standards fluctuate only for her.
She deserves much more than you've had thought of giving.
Its far too late now.
Your expectations have reached beyond their limit.
You've expressed this all too well.
Your lies are your own miserable entertainment.
I don't have the energy nor motivation to understand you.
Your split state of being is too much to comprehend.
Your yesterday's bliss become today's discouragement.
I don't keep up.
Your lack of consent is far too ill-natured.
You insinuate often of obligated trust.
I refuse.
Loving is accepted.
Trust is accepted.
Neither are accepted to be expected.
Your only desire is your own self-worth.
That perspective is of too many.
Do you honestly acknowledge what your saying?
It's like the rain that doesn't stop falling.
It's like wind that never stops blowing.
It's like ice that doesn't stop melting.
Although you've caused enough tears to fall.
You've blown everything out of proportion.
Although your heart is cold enough.
Is this not enough for you?
Your appearance of philanthropy is your only excuse for justice.
You've proved nothing to me, yet.
I know your core is like steel.
Your split state of being is either malicious or benevolent.
Why should I take time to understand?
Your only satisfaction comes from self-adoration.
Your self-adoration comes from trampling on others.
You are no better than they are.
You have no right to lash out this torture.
You've done no better than they.
Hell if I know what you think otherwise.
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