Count Your Curses

I've had to sit behind this smiling mask for so long, but now I'm done.
This is your excommunication, we are no longer friends.
Give me back every fucking thing I gave so I can be gone.
This is my confession, this is where we end.

It's not in me to feel anything good for you.
You force tears on parade, in your favourite dress you always wear.
The worst part is I know you don't know what you do.
Wasting your years killing your own dreams then thinking I will care.

You could be everything in my world.
I could be made complete.
But you're distorted, by your own reflection.
And what your broken mirrors make you see.

I'm pushing beyond the realms of safety.
You're nothing if not all I want to be.
If hearing, this, makes you hate me.
It's just truth hitting home, and I'm not sorry.
We're over, oh.

I've gritted teeth until they hurt
For you.
To stop myself from screaming out how I feel.
I don't know what's more fragile, your skin or your heart.
But my own lungs are fit to burst
All round you,
This life we're living is not real.

You have it all, except a clue, and I don't even know where to start.

I've had to sit behind this smiling mask for so long, but now I'm done.
This is your excommunication, we are no longer friends.
Give me back every fucking thing I gave so I can be gone.
This is my confession, this is where we end.