Yes, this is about you. (The Anthem)

Does it hurt?
To know that you've
killed a girl?
Buried part of her
Somewhere
stuck, deep underground.
You sick murderer
This was about your
words
Not about your
lover's sake
Done, Done, done.

And yes,
I'll contest
I'll digest this
lack of
apology
And yes,
I do waste
my days waiting
to capture the masterpeice
of your heart.

This.
Is.
About you
and you know it
This.
Is.
All the anger
I never showed
This.
Is.
A grand ending
to our commodity
Oh, this.
Is.
Something else entirely
This.
Is.
My love.

Cast iron heart
Mirrored with judgment
Reflected off walls
I talk
You're done with this
done with me
My frown cut
into my eyes
Forcing to water
down all those sighs I've
mustered to keep this
Unsaid
Unamed
and
Unknown.

Feeling secure...
You're my friend
Feeling secure...
You're my friend
Feeling secure...
You're my friend
Feeling secure...
You're my friend
but
Where.
Did.
She.
I.
GO?