You are  always the victim, never to blame                                                            ­                               the first one  to cry  when  caught  up  in your games                                                            ­                                        Chaos  and  drama, the storm you've created                                        fueled  with vengeance, malice and self-hatred                                                      ­                                        Those  fake  tears you cry, your bid for attention                             hoping  someone will buy your faulty perceptions                                     When  confronted with truth, you run and hide                                           manipulate and gaslight with bold faced lies                                       Pull  others into believing you are innocent                                              of  the facts that you choose to misrepresent                                          I  don't need to be the one to put on blast                                               soon  or later, you'll catch fire and crash

You wanted me to lose myself in you                                                              ­      but  that was because you needed my strength too                                   Couldn't  stand on your own for too long                                                making up the rules as you dragged me along                                      Down  playing my sacrifices, my self-worth                                             making  sure  my life was hell on earth                                                            ­Then  you used that instilled insecurity                                                to  feed  your sense of grandiosity                                                      ­                 You  were an accomplished liar                                                             ­my  heart and soul under direct fire                                        but  luckily  you always treated me                                                               ­     like  I was nothing more than your Plan B                                                    To  be used and then discarded                                                        ­            your  love isn't for the fainthearted