Silence taps my lips at night Requesting an audience is hard. Forcing hands to feel the pain Yet I didn't have the right card. We've shared many tears late at night I thought that we were friends. The problem with this scenario is.. You never know when it ends. I wonder if you ever worked it out With the sloth inside your home? How do you represent the pain When you have to endure the heartbreak alone? Now I'm sure you've heard the story Or many at this point. I'm sure they tantalize the ears And I'd hate to disappoint. But nothing of it was true I held firm to my belief. One day you would realize He was nothing but a thief. One made up the stories Even provided screen shots Our alleged friend passed them around As if that tied all the knots. I never questioned my loyalty But now I question yours. Where were you sticking up for me When they were screaming whores? Where is your due diligence To find this faithful truth? As benevolent as I thought you were You certainly are no sleuth. I'd like to take a doll one day Ask you to point where I hurt you Have you mix your version of stories With an extra added truth. Maybe you're right and I am a bitch But I have qualities you denounce. When honestly I have traits within me You couldn't even pronounce. I'd like to speak to you again one day But the last time you seemed so salty.. Maybe I'll just sit here with the truth And my tasty cup of coffee.