Breaking up the Prism

Picking up pieces of your torn pictures 
that are scattered in my doorframe
I think about how it all came to pass
and now its driving me insane
The end, the break up, never to make up
a ride, a trip, complete with spills and dips
And now im getting sour about you.

Everyone that you know hates me
you made them think I was no good
I tried so hard to say Im sorry
maybe giving up is what I should

Was it somthing that I did
Was it somthing that I said
that really made you start to hate me
What is it that I
could possibly have done
to make you start to berate me
When your with your friends
and I pass by
You all curse and glare
so I just sigh
well you can take what you think and Fuck Off!!!

Everyone that you know hates me
you made them all think im no good
I tried so hard to say Im sorry
maybe giving up is what I should

As I sit here waiting
for somthing Found On Road Dead
I try to understand the basics
of all the views inside your head
All of the calls and the letters
I have sent to make you see
That all the lies and shit you've said
cannot change that which is me
Nothing that I ever did
Seemed to be good enough for you
But what you dont seem to notices
is this game can be played by two
Now people will finally see
through the illusion you have made me