Don't tell me that you love me,
or what you say is true.
Don't think that I am funny,
or that I belong to you.

I know that you don't love me,
and what you say is false.
I know that I'm not funny,
that's weak: a fading pulse.

Don't laugh at my shortcomings,
or hide me from the world,
don't lie to me and say you'll come,
you're like a message that's unfurled.

I can see right through you,
read your every thought,
I now see the REAL you,
that you that my mind fought.

These thoughts are screaming in my head,
there's nothing holding back.
I'm gone, running far away,
without you, there's nothing I lack.