you reach for the moon,
fall short in the stars
and then throw in the towel.
You're only as good as your next lie,
calling the shots and taking the names,
you love this kind of control
when you can dictate all emotions.
As your promises fall through,
I count my blessings,
because being bound to your word
would cost me my life.
I honestly don't care enough anymore
to give up a damn thing for you.
