With french fries and cake .

No, and absolutly, no.

I’m not interested in listening
how much you loved me,
and all the thigs that you’ve done for me.
I just don’t care.

And I hate to break into you, but
there’s no way back.

I hate this part the most
when you puke your feelings like
a big ball of mixed melodies
like when you spew away your sympaties
in a golden violin.

And the thing is, I hate you.

You just mess up,
each form of perfection
Is jarring
Shaking
Disruptive
A broken piece
I know it happens
Over and over
Our circling cannot be stopped

And I hate to break into you.

I’m drinking an Earl Grey tea,
and thanks to you, it’s getting cold,
so please, go away, and don’t
ever, dare to came back.

I hate to break into you,
life is complex,
and the fear can be hard to wash off.
But whit french fries and cake,
the world would actually improve.

So take your golden violin off the flat,
and just go away.
I’m naked, and a bit sleepy,
I’m afraid is over.