You act like you enjoy yourself, and seem to want to enjoy me,
But what really puts the sun in your blue eyes is to destroy me.
You know it's no real fall unless it's preceded with pride,
So you lay your whole trip on me, then you hang me to dry.
You live for catastrophe, and yes, there was drama,
But not like you hoped. I never ran home to mama.
I wrote something, broke something, then once you were gone,
I did unto another like you did, to move on.
But what really puts the sun in your blue eyes is to destroy me.
You know it's no real fall unless it's preceded with pride,
So you lay your whole trip on me, then you hang me to dry.
You live for catastrophe, and yes, there was drama,
But not like you hoped. I never ran home to mama.
I wrote something, broke something, then once you were gone,
I did unto another like you did, to move on.
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