goodbye, Rocky.

i'm not a fan of being lied to

no, not in the very least

but you've done it the most,

caused my heart to crash 

like whitecaps on the coast,

and i don't care what the excuse is

i know what your abusing, and this

is not acceptable,

so now you're just another fucking ghost.

another boy with a guitar,

i knew i shouldn't trust,

but hell, i blame it on blues

& bottles of lust.

don't think i don't wonder

or love, or miss,

it's just that i can taste the lies whenever we don't kiss.