Your words are toxic, their meaning, obtuse,
So I turn down the volume, and put you on mute
You’re a waste of my time, hate the air that you breathe,
So I leave you behind, searching for some relief
Will you ever stop speaking? Words like yours don’t last
They’re lost in a memory. What’s past is past.
And you’re past, I know, but I still can’t move on
Though your voice stopped, your words hurt; you’re not really gone