I’m fucking sad

I’m not crying

(No I’m not feeling sad at all)

I’m a fucking man, okay?

Okay, I’m sure you’re sad, come here,

But I’m not sad

I’m not feeling well, just sick

Like a touch of the flu,

It’ll pass,

Thank you.

The water welling near my eyes, is painted green like his

Skin

Oh God, where are you?

Where are you?

You can’t be gone.

Not really, right?

Well, I didn’t like you anyway, you complained too much and made me feel too much and God

I think I was in love

With you(I still am, despite my anger in this pain)

I’m

Fucking sad

And I’m jealous, you’re right,

That I’m not dead

Not dead there with you.