You think I wouldn’t notice? Oh, but I do.
The way you twist the story, make it all about you.
A master of chaos, you sit and pretend,
Turning blood into rivals—when will it end?
Always so quick to claim you’ve been wronged,
But never once pausing to see where you belong.
You pit us against each other, then watch it unfold,
Like a queen on her throne, heart bitter and cold.
I’ve bitten my tongue, held back the flood,
Swallowed my words, turned pain into mud.
But no more silence, no more disguise,
I see through your mask—I see through your lies.
The guilt trips, the gaslight, the tears on demand,
I’m done playing puppet to your sleight of hand.
No more walking on eggshells, no more regret,
I’m spilling it all—don’t you ever forget.
