I brushed off the dust
left by many of you
I know where to lay my trust
ready to start anew

Disbanded numerous negative ones
and I'm left with the positive few

I will not grip the void
waiting for nothing to come
I've added all the factors
and tallied all the sums

Feeling comfortable
And like you belong
Everywhere you go
Is a privilege

Acting like the world
Is your playground
Is an abuse
Of this privilege

At least graveyards are a constant

I want you to beg for me to take you back so I can be
as cruel as you were to me
and say in dulcet tones
A whisper:
"No."