I feel empty and used, not loved, more like bruised I feel manipulated and irretaded, not loved, more like suffocated. I feel dull and cheated, not loved, more like needed, I won’t lie, I’ve never felt so angry, a burning rage, rising in waves, I need to cool it down before— I can’t even write anymore. Because I keep thinking of that sealing, caged beneath you, barely breathing, you weren’t even really there, dazed and amazed, lost in the feeling. I lost control, and it felt like my role, so used to it by now somehow, being treated like some kind of toy, so don't take me for granted boy. While I turn quiet, there’s nothing I can do, I realise that my walls are not that thin and I know that it was not the last time, that it will happen again just with a smile and apology within And no "I love you" in the rain, Can make it up to me and ease the pain I don’t want to forgive you, and now I know you’re not for me to save. You keep justifying it with some kind of bad childhood memory they gave But I’ve had lots of those, it’s true, and I never made them excuse what I do. I know I’m bad at speaking clearly, and that you can in fact not read my mind, but just because I keep acting kind doesn’t mean there isn’t, deep inside, a huge rage building up. If I ever make you read this, I should at best be long gone. Wishing the best for anynone That ist fooled by the handsome Face burried in your hands That cries for help and makes you feel like someone important If I ever fully open up to you Your view of me will change, corrected So that you'll trip and lay there helpless, wrecked, faceplanted I wish I could make you understand, That I value my feelings knightly Don’t take my love for granted, don’t take it lightly.