I’m tired of making excuses for you
Tired of tying my tongue in knots
Twisting words to make you
Make you seem
But I’m tired.
I’ve got scars on my lips from the backlash
And my tongue can’t find new ways to contort.
So I’m leaving.
I did my best.
I’ve protect you from your own actions for the last 5 years.
So I’m spitting out the last of these twisted words
And now I’m walking away.