Fiend

You made your choice
Your back has become overwhelmingly familiar
I'm not the one to judge, but you are such a waste
It's hard to see straight when you are so two-faced

How's the view from where you stand?
So far from yourself & the ones that you called friends

I know that I'm just wasting words on ears that won't hear

I'm done asking myself over & over again if I made the right choice
This is nothing to me anymore, & never will be
This hole you dug for yourself is only getting deeper & deeper
& that hole will stay that way
Hate is only a minor description of the amount of disgust I have for you now
So sit back, listen, & inhale what I mean when I say that

You are the reason that I put my trust in God

So keep running from yourself
You're bound to find nothing along the way