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