Bandaid
Your sorry can't be a bandaid,
Your hugs can't be an antiseptic.
You smile seems to cast shade
On my life that's becoming hectic.
You can't expect me to be ok,
When you stabbed my back
And threw me away.
So no, no sympathy for the things you lack.
Bandaids don't heal the deepest cuts,
Antiseptic can't clean bitter jealousy.
I don't want visitors so keep the door shut.
Wanting to be my friend, but don't want to zealously.
You blew out my candle,
But yours wasn't any brighter.
You wanted to start a scandal,
But couldn't finish it, cause I'm a fighter.