Broke up over the course of three days,
the hardest 72 I've ever participated in,
demonstrated hate in more than three ways,
I could feel the love fade as she walked away,
if we could only talk today...
And it's like I can't feel shit anymore,
it's like I no longer have a heart, just a core,
sitting there, cycling blood, and nothing more...
Logic over emotion, ignore both parts of my conscience,
because emotion's just a product of consequence,
everything you do is something that you choose,
and it comes back, a reaction,
blaming chance is nonsense....
All my ills are of my own creation, I admit this,
I accept that as a fact because I watched my shit get
destroyed and toyed with, with each decision that I made,
my teeth are still gritted to this very lonely day...
This shit's sloppy.