Where the fuck is my crystal ball when I needed it?
You've never been so predictable.
Especially when, I based all my guesses
on an uncharacteristically swaying principle.
I was sure I'd avoid this brand of consternation,
but, I never thought you'd live up to my exact expectations.
Perhaps you're like a good book that has to be read over a few times
Once you've figured out all the words, the reused metaphors,
it's really not so difficult to read between the lines.
So, I couldn't get mad at you for my own delusions of hope
but I will say "fuck you" for not being honest enough to cut the rope.
If it's some sadistic pleasure, some boost of self esteem, that keeps you reeling,
I would understand, but I don't think you care even that little.
To tell you the truth I want all your reasons to be indecision,
because then, at least I couldn't hate you for such a mutually shared feeling.