I'm still not [bad word] over it!

BLEGH!!!

You play like violins in a broken [bad word] symphony.
And I know this hurts for you you, but I have no [bad word] sympathy.
Infectious cold, I've spent living with neglect.
Yet I still can't let you go, and I'm still not [bad word] over it.
I know my suffering's what keeps you alive.
(And I know you [bad word] love it.)
Six years I fell for this love, disguised in [bad word] misery.
My sinking ship, will you be the [bad word] end of me?
You breathe only in withered lies, your perversion of [bad word] 
Now another full-length down and we're still not [bad word] over this.
And when your eyes [bad word] the looking glass,
Through which only reflect the [bad word] past.
Conceived in poignant everlasting despair.
You fell in love with the evil that you bare.

I can't forgive, I won't forget.
THIS DREAM WAS OURS, BUT YOU RIPPED IT TO SHREDS!
There's no escape, I can't reflect...
THE DISTANCE KILLS ME, BUT YOUR PRESENCE'S THREAT!

You traded everything for a life of broken promises.
At 23, I've fallen out when you left me with this bitterness.
frame of glass, and a love that's built on sorrow.
Is a see-through coffin for a heart that beats so hollow.
I know this eats you alive.
That which doesn't kill you just [bad word] with your mind.

I can't forgive, I won't forget.
THIS DREAM WAS OURS, BUT YOU RIPPED IT TO SHREDS!
There's no escape, I can't reflect...
THE DISTANCE KILLS ME, BUT YOUR PRESENCE'S THREAT!
I will stay with you and cut right through...
Through the essence of all that once was "like new." (ONCE WAS NEW!)
Out of place but you turned away,
Leaving nothing but the mess that you made. (MESS YOU MADE!)

For too long I have lived just another slave bound by your torment.
But I am not afraid anymore.
I AM NOT YOUR [bad word] PUPPET!
The snow has turned to rain, and now I hope you're [bad word] happy.

I can't forgive, I won't forget.
THIS DREAM WAS OURS, BUT YOU RIPPED IT TO SHREDS!
There's no escape, I can't reflect...
THE DISTANCE KILLS ME, BUT YOUR PRESENCE'S THREAT!
I will stay with you and cut right through...
Through the essence of all that once was "like new." (ONCE WAS NEW!)
Out of place but you turned away,
Leaving nothing but the mess that you made. (MESS YOU MADE!)

Six years I fell for this dead look on your face.
When the rain has washed away, what will be underneath?
midnight breeze of chilled unease, when we began amiss.
The taunting scent of autumn makes a scornful heart resist.
longing bliss in carnal stints of thighs gracing betwixt your hips.
The harvest moon drapes aloft these graven, tattered crypts.
Please, just let me let you go.
And kiss the life from my lips.
To show me a love not even death can resist.
MOVE!
I am the boy with a thorn in his side!
And I'm still not [bad word] over it.