It's not the act of the supposed events,
it's the fact there were said events, and I was uninformed by you.
The sweet gestures are so useless now.
I wasn't looking to get more fucked up.
The idea of how completely and utterly stupid I looked,
because I gave a fuck about you.
My self-perception and the way I'm now perceived have been fucked with.
You could've told me
or maybe not kept lying;
not have held a false faith alive.
It would've been nice.
What's so fucked up in your world?
Where do you lack attention?
I guess we all fuck up in different ways.
No way am I beyond it.
Do you need a slap in the face?
Or are you too good at giving them, you've surpassed it?
Too bad I felt all this before.
So sad I ignored it.
Do you feel great?
Are you on top of the world?
Your life must be amazing.
No weight before you go to sleep.
You're living the dream.
Sorry, darling, for wasting money on flowers.
Next time, I'll give you the moon.
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