Poem from Ep 66

This is the poem you might have heard in episode 66 of the jamhole. Now you can see what the words look like!

She likes coming over just to kick the bruises
pours salt in my wounds and utterly confuses
she knows she can do it anytime she chooses
all this abuse is the reason for my mood shifts

I'm the one to blame since i'm the one that loses
the illusions of love hang around me like nooses
its stupid, I always want more she says we blew it
me and you cupid, we're through making music

It used to be so beautiful, now it makes me puke
its a ruined fruit, a suit without two matching shoes
i'm just a used bastard youth acting out my blues
trying to catch passion to light a spark for my fuse

I'm done acting passive, these does can sit and stew
so heres my reaction to the poems I wrote for you
theres six million ways to break my heart choose one
I like how you chose the only way that dooms one

everytime I think of you it makes me wanna shoot guns
look at all the time I wasted trying to give you fun
it only took a second and some rumors to make you run
left hanging on the cross like gods jew son

I'm through tryin to find the only true one
left in this world, a girl with some new blood
its all used up on fools who try to rule stuff
and cruel chumps who look tough, but really they just new pups

drooling on their dicks, I cant tell which is worse
a bitch is a bitch if that bitch is gonna get you first
and give you hurt, its absurd how much shit we take
you'd think we'd know better by now not to hit that bait

so here I am, tearful as I sit and wait
the trick of fate tickles the middle of my bitter state
I consider hate as I wither into this mirrored lake
and terminate the pain that lives inside this sinners face