I left your fucked up home unannounced and I can’t see a way that I would ever doubt my choice to leave you both and never speak, I don’t. I won’t live my life in your way, you couldn’t care to hear me say:
I can’t stay here. I’m thinking clear.
All my words you’ve torn apart. You love me? Please don’t even start.
Your god forgives you both but I simply don’t.
Go dedicate your life to church, the rest of us will be at work.
Your words, your actions.
My thoughts, my reactions.
Your life, your belief.
Your death is my relief.
I can’t love anyone, and least of all your holy son.
I blaspheme his holy name; fifteen years and nothings changed.
Take it back, I dare you to.
Make me regret hating you.
I’ve said it all before but I’ll repeat it: I don’t want it anymore.
I’d rather starve than ever come back, you won’t even see me darken your door.
I don’t care about your feelings, you never cared about mine.
Burn in hell that you believe in, you can’t ever give me back all that time.