Cut it off but the cord is still attached
A string of blood that still hangs between
I asked for clarity
You gave me an answer
Yet for some reason you don’t be true
And I have internal banter
Goodbye means goodbye
No more replies
But infront of thousands of people
You acknowledge me
Like some petty way of not saying sorry
To pretend like you still mean anything to me
Don’t go back on your words
Hold your truth
Since you won’t do it
I’ll cut the string myself
To believe I was the one
Who held with no help?