Our Story Ain’t Mine Anymore.

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Once upon a time you needed me,
But you needed drugs more.
You tossed me out with the wolves
While I fought them all
Just to keep our love.
How dare a peasant make a queen feel
Like she wasn’t enough.


Now you wanna move on.

And act like I don’t exist.

I did nothing wrong.

What a cruel existence it is. 

To try to hate somebody 

you swore in blood that you loved.

If I am really in the warmest parts of your heart,

Someday you’ll have to live with 

everything you’ve done. 


You never measured up.

I’m a pure goddess 

That fell for a cowboy playing dress up. 

Wining a true lover over with false love.

You were level headed when we met.

So I didn’t think that you’d ever 

Go and fuck it all up. 


Was it over for you 

when you chose to relapse?

Was it over for you 

when you shattered my mirror

That you never replaced.

Just threw it against the wall 

After you threw us away.

Inside of your head,

Because ya didn’t tell me.

Why did I keep you around 

Cause I felt your love leave. 


I was hoping and praying 

You’d come back to me.

But the man that you are now

Never fucking deserved me.

But you knew that 

the first day you met me.

So you had to go all out.

Reeling me in,

With lies

Just to make a believer believe. 

You really did a number on me.

But I never lost the best damn thing.

I still have me. 


But you fucking don’t. 

You lost an angel who loved you 

At your best and your worst.

Just for her to go and get fucking burnt.

By a devils flame torch.

Leading you straight to hell.

But I loved you for real. 

So I could never watch you burn and sit still. 

She will. 


Once the pages get written 

About someone else.

That’s when the story is over. 

I know because you, 

Had already found somebody else. 

I never belonged there. 

She fits in your lost world of hell.

Perfectly well. 

So thanks for the out.


I never did anything to hurt you,

But I’m sure she’ll believe 

Every lie you tell yourself. 

Leading with more lies,

Who cares if she finds out.

I couldn’t care less. 

True colors already 

revealed themselves. 


So I don’t need to deplore. 

You’ll fuck yourself over. 

While I stroll peacefully 

on beautiful shores. 

Antagonists are relevant. 

But our story ain’t mine anymore. 




Written by Epiphany Tiffany 

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