Saying

 I’d like to say I really love you
I’d like to say I would die for you
I’d like to say that you are special
I’d like to say you were the only one
I’d like to say I forgive you
I’d like to say I am so sorry
I’d like to say it was all my fault
I’d like to say that I was in the wrong
There are lots of things I’d like to say
But what would be the fuckin point
There is so much that I could say
There’s so much I shouldn’t say
Sometimes saying nothing is best
Diplomatic silence being the best policy
Sometimes the truth is better unknown
Sometimes the truth is much better unsaid
For example;
I don’t really love you
I’d rather you were dead
You’re not special at all
You were not the only one
(ask your sister and your mother)
I can’t forgive you
I won’t forgive you
I have nothing to say sorry for
After all,
It was all your fault
I wasn’t in the wrong
You were, as always
So eat shit and die
and fuck off