Bitter, Not Sweet

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Please stand by as I lock you out of my loop,

I’ll swallow the keys and I’ll erase the proof.

You won’t get to watch me breaking down.

I’m not the biggest show in your empty town.

Don’t try to make your apologies believable.

It was me trying and it was me always bleeding.

Yet, you found a way to make me your clown,

You’re truly an anchor, always brining me down.

But you never stayed in one place for long,

Travelled all the lands to write a country song.

I swear I don’t remember your honest face.

I’m surprised about how much greed can erase.

Go ahead and call my bitterness an illness.

Do you realize it was you who killed this?

Please stand by as I lock you out of my loop.

Don’t ask for the keys, I have nothing to prove.

-Jackie