My misogynistic mind is misdirected. 

With little in due time, my heart’s only affected. 

And as I drift align to think that my life could be better, 

I think of better times and think that I can go without her. 

But I am me in life I see, two hearts far from direction. 

We pace the days through living grays without our own selection. 

We cycle through the life we’ve made, 

From birth to death and death we stay. 

We tend to think that we’re okay, 

But that’s not our reflection. 

I’d say this is the end but I know I’m lying. 

You’re just preoccupied and I’ve always had bad timing. 

Don’t look at me like I forced you into crying, 

I only said what I had said because I knew you weren’t trying. 

Left in the wind, 

pile of dust. 

I stayed a while, 

Away and lost. 

Like a metal I grind [bad word]  

I die alone in the winter’s frost. 

To think that yesterday meant something more, 

Than blind masks, broken hearts and open sores. 

You read my mind like an open book, 

But it’s my fault I’ve torn it’s spine and let you look. 

I don’t think I want to let you go, 

But if you’re going to leave I won’t drown in woe. 

Just close the door and break your key. 

I’ll change the locks and let you see, 

The house we built was mostly me, 

And your presence is just a memory.