Some time in December 2013

Say it if you want to, if you need to, if you need it.

Keep it shut if you don’t, or if you might, I don’t want to hear it.

The story you’ve told before doesn’t hold water anymore.

I got hurt, irreparably damaged, not knowing if every friendship was meant to turn this savage.

Tear the edges here and take a little off the sides.

How many ways you’ve invented to pick me apart.

I took it for a while, then years, then an omission of fact.

Once you assign blame it’s hard to take it back.