I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who
Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. the whole time. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Look at Amber Heard. Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. It’s sick.
Damn, I see you with her.
There's nothing more then I would like to put this gun up to your face.
I told myself I was finished and I'll pull it in a minute.
But first I got something priceless to say.
The memories.
All the shit that you did to me.
Nothing else will follow.
Fuck the sterling, I'll take the gold.
I've been here too many times before.
When you see me in town I suggest you run.
I'm fucking over with you.
Damn, I see you with her.
There's nothing more then I would like to put this gun up to your face.
I told myself I was finished and I'll pull it in a minute.
But first I got something priceless to say.
I hate my fucking friends.
You fade away as I walk my way.
You're just a bitch so rotten.
The thought of you just gets me dazed.
I hope you go, forgotten.
You'll fucking go, forgotten.
Fucking go, forgotten.
I tried for weeks to be so honest.
Finally feel my feet against the floor.
We take the lies from what's upon us.
I cannot listen to you anymore.
Looking for something always searching.
Never got my hands to touch the door.
But now I see the table turning.
Forgetting what your face looked like before.
You fade away as I walk my way.
You're just a bitch, so rotten.
The thought of you just gets me dazed.
I hope you go, forgotten.
Damn, I see you with her.
There's nothing more then I would like to put this gun up to your face.
I told myself I was finished and I'll pull it in a minute.
But now I've said all that I've had to say.
There's nothing more then I would like to put this gun up to your face.
I told myself I was finished and I'll pull it in a minute.
But first I got something priceless to say.
The memories.
All the shit that you did to me.
Nothing else will follow.
Fuck the sterling, I'll take the gold.
I've been here too many times before.
When you see me in town I suggest you run.
I'm fucking over with you.
Damn, I see you with her.
There's nothing more then I would like to put this gun up to your face.
I told myself I was finished and I'll pull it in a minute.
But first I got something priceless to say.
I hate my fucking friends.
You fade away as I walk my way.
You're just a bitch so rotten.
The thought of you just gets me dazed.
I hope you go, forgotten.
You'll fucking go, forgotten.
Fucking go, forgotten.
I tried for weeks to be so honest.
Finally feel my feet against the floor.
We take the lies from what's upon us.
I cannot listen to you anymore.
Looking for something always searching.
Never got my hands to touch the door.
But now I see the table turning.
Forgetting what your face looked like before.
You fade away as I walk my way.
You're just a bitch, so rotten.
The thought of you just gets me dazed.
I hope you go, forgotten.
Damn, I see you with her.
There's nothing more then I would like to put this gun up to your face.
I told myself I was finished and I'll pull it in a minute.
But now I've said all that I've had to say.
Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings, edited by bac0n
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