The Last Goodbye

I gave you your last chance and you fucked up.
Guess you didn't wanna be friends.
You just threw it in my face.
And time and time again I open myself,
But you just chop it and chew it,
Till there's nothing left.
So now it's my turn to tell you how I feel and how I felt.

You're a liar and a phony,
And a complete hypocrite.
Call others a suck up when you did it yourself.
The couple months you pretended to like music?
But you faded to shit.
Then started throwing a fit,
If I even got close to the cold hungry truth.

I always did my best to keep you away from power.
Because I always understood how you're a power hungry fuck.
I think you have issues when you don't get your cake.
And yes, I am speaking metaphorically,
Because I do in fact think that you're intelligence is clogged
By the anger that seeps through you.

I honestly think you should get yourself a journal.
Maybe if you write out your feelings you can halt some of your flaws.
One last thing, this, this letter is proof that I cared.
I took the time to write out a fairly long reply,
And copy it to a screen.

This is hard for me, to drop two years.
Two years wasted, that I could have spent with better friends.
Two years I could have spent bettering myself.
Two years I could have spent anywhere else.

One last thing I thought I should mention.
You've really got to know the people that you pick on.
Because for the past few hours
I've been thinking of the end with a fake smile.
I've thought of the hurt I could release
By letting the blood poor down my cold wrists.
Again, thanks for the pain.