Secrets: Publicized

Stop playing that card. It doesn't work with me anymore. I'm not a counsellor. I'm far from that - but you'd be the last to know, wouldn't you? It's hard to believe you cant see the wrong in yourself - when that's all that's visible to me. What happened to that smile? The one that assured me you meant no harm, in anything you did. I cant remember the last time it came out. Truth be told, I cant remember anything about you. The letters you wrote to me don't make any sense now, and the looks you give me don't either. I cant explain what happened, but I'm sure you can. But hey, nothing's ever your fault, right? You stand there, looking at me like everything's perfect, and nothing could get better; meanwhile, I look at you and see that we've hit rock bottom, and there's nothing that could make things worse. But there you go again, proving me wrong. Things COULD get worse. And they have. You look absolutely disgusting now.. Trying to cover your ass before picking up the pieces of what we had. I don't think you'll ever see that they never really did fit. Forcing them together didn't work. Can you see it now? We've only got ourselves to blame. When you finally realize that, I'll work on respecting you again.