Disappointment
You tell me I have your trust
Instead you leave me here to rust
Talks of you, talks of me fall apart
Everything you thought of all falls apart
Glossed fingers sitting right across the table
Grabs from a jar all of my labels
Cracked lips and creased face all in distaste
On your tongue is disappointment a taste
Your mind up and just gone left
Like I put myself into the left
My hand is the devil now
That's just how you see it now
Your face up in your hand shoulders hunched
Tongue is twisted thoughts up in a bunch
Heat hits your face palms are sweaty, ready
Raisin' yourself you swing, stumble, unsteady
No words come out like sawdust down your throat
Mind still swimming not staying afloat
You bring out a silence eyes up in a glaze,
stuck in what I brought you to, a haze
You don't want to you couldn't
You don't want to you shouldn't
You drop off all your pride on me
Yet all you leave is your hatred of me
Glossed fingers sitting right across the table
Grabs from a jar all of my labels
Cracked lips and creased face all in distaste
On your tongue is disappointment just a taste
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