Broken Heart Cliché

Who the hell do you think you are
Telling me how to live my life
You were
Never so involved, never so distressed
By the choices that I’ve made
And my
Questioning the rest
You point the finger, you cast the first stone
Get up on your cross, and leave me to my own
You are known as a liar
And more known as a traitor
One who is a user
A self-serving abuser
Who can’t go through the day without finding some loser
Who will suck up to you and your thoughts and your views
You twist and distort and mangle the truth
You point the finger, you cast the first stone
Get up on your cross, you fucking martyr
And leave me to my own
Who the hell did i think i was
Letting myself get in so deep
Letting you take my strength and wasting it away
Letting myself become a broken heart cliche
What the hell has happened to me
I’ve lost my being my identity
Living your life like my own disappeared
And everything is twisting
Reality is missing
This is the very thing that i feared
And everything is twisting
Reality is missing
This is the very thing that i feared
Who the hell did i think i was
Letting myself get in so deep
Letting you take my strength and wasting it away
Letting myself become a broken heart cliche
What the hell has happened to me
I’ve lost my being my identity
Living your life like my own disappeared
And everything is twisting
Reality is missing
This is the very thing that i feared