Dread oh dread
It once got to my head…
They all left me for dead
At least that’s what I would have said
Had I not been lying…lying about the truth
I was lying in bed
No where near dead. Was it all in my head?
But why did I lie? For the exhilarating chill
of someone else believing my lie?
The feeling of knowing someone will believe you?
Knowing you have them manipulated in every way?
Was it all for the thrill?
Did I like the control?
Maybe…but they don’t need to know that
So, again I’ll say…
They all left me for dead
Yet, no one ever said
They felt grief as I let out my last breath
How could they do such a cruel thing?
Leave me out in the cold
All alone…taking my last breath
Is this what they wanted?
What could they want from me?
I’ll say it again…
How sad.
They all left me for dead.