Well, I tried to tell you my most expensive secret.
You turned me down, proving my meaning is weaker.
And I tried to open up, but I didn’t get any deeper.
I tried to tell you why, but all you thought about was her.

I should have expected it. My existence is a blur.

It just ended up in screaming at the top of my lungs.
I don’t care how you feel; you aren’t the one in love.
You don’t know anything;
Still, all you do is shove.

I’m sorry my vice has always been a knife,
But even in confessing to you, you take no strife.
It’s like you ignored the signs for so long,
You believe the same way you do as a wife:

Everything another says is a lie.

You would think you’d read between the lines;
Just because something’s poetic,
Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t think twice.
I’ve been wondering why…

Your minds too caught up
In your problems, hers,
And ignoring mine.
Guess those cuts don’t mean as much as yours.

But you don’t care anyway.

I should have expected it
After all these years of enforcing physical pain.
Now I realize yet another twist:
The one who’s supposed to love me

Is causing this.