the words just flow when anger drives the wheel

my eyeballs rolling backward
the fire begins to burn
i'm so fucking sick of trusting
in this love; i've yet to learn

I've had the heart and full support
that all will be alright
but my frustrations you belittle,
then cause a needless fight.

how weak each word keeps spilling
so loosely out your mouth
the truth keeps spinning upward
but your fears just push it south

you've been years in practice
elders' shown you it's okay
to say one thing, then do another
those clueless always stayed.

who's worse for sticking with this?
i can't begin to see
is it you for never learning?
or should blame be placed on me?

i've worked so hard to keep this going
forgiven all your flaws
i'm not perfect either
but you're breaking all my laws

the ones i said i'd never settle
the ones i'd never do.
i sacrificed all of my 'wants'
and wound up needing you

Now i've been tricked a thousand times
and i always blindly lead
myself right back into your arms
for hopes you will succeed

that easy task called follow through?
i see it every day
i can teach your dog to sit
but you won't learn from your mistakes

now that i'm so far away
the ease of seeing what you are
has revealed itself just like the smoke
that floats from my cigar

i wish you were an actor
because you can hold a crowd
with your words so ill-expressed
they're empty, but they're loud.

a mirror has two faces
but i've seen you wear three
one that's evil, one that's "east"
and one where you love me.

the last one is the most sincere
and truley who you are
your boistrous words from 1 and 2
won't leave me with a scar

because all those lies that hold you back
are only scarring you
and if you cannot quit this war
i won't be standing next to you.

i can't believe you'd really think
we'd 'grow out' of this someday
i refuse to sit here miserable
until this all just 'goes away'

your logic is beyond absurd
be accountable, stand true
cut all the crap you're feeding me
and also feeding you.

aren't you stuffed sick on all the words
like tabloids make believe?
you may think that you are so complex
but you wear everything upheaved.

all i want is 50/50
now it's 90/10
instead of bitter anger
damn it, give me faith again.