Do I miss you?
Let’s try to decide.
Me miss you who only spoke lies?
Falsely told me his mother had died,
Not man enough to look me in my eyes?
The one who had me question my pride,
All those nights that I cried?
I sung I will not survive,
Because I could not thrive.
My whole life felt contrive,
The demons became spies.
To no one I could confide,
No one appreciated the bad vibes.
Falling head first in a swan dive,
Barely coming out the other side.
No pills to prescribe,
Failure I imbibed.
So do you still question how I feel inside?
How could I miss that person I described?