I ain't Pandora, I won't let it fly.

It's futile to keep hope; in my ears, it's bursting.
If your acclaim in my eyes were to degrade, would it be the worst thing?

I agree you are a smart lad, intelligent as well

Well-suited man covered in a flatulent guise. 

Why?

My heart was inside your palm,
Words were on the air. 

With the brazen assurance of ifs and buts, you stood there. 

She left with the pieces of you, for me to solve the jigsaw,
Your soul still belongs to her, nothing left for me here.

If she decided to turn back you would open your arms for her,

I don't want to live in this fear. 

But I know it's true. 

Now I know this much of you. 

Genteel gallantries, 

Letters and a couple of melodies. 

Now I'm sure you loved the attention, 

And I happened to know how to give one.

But;

The more I give it, the less you want 

Less I gave, you showed up at my door for its hunt. 

Like I was holding a rose in my hand,

You started revolving like a fly. 

Your false incompetence, 

Were glistening in your eyes. 

How hard you tried I could read all of your lies. 

Though apologies in my hand, 

For me being me.

Conceitedness in your tongue,

Just for ostentatious thee. 

Really? 

Tell me if you don't want this

why you hanging on? 

For the thrill you getting, for the fun? 

I am not gonna be the string you will hold to get over from her. 

Haven't touched you yet,

But I can feel the flame

of arrogance and of your filthy games. 

I'm getting fucking tired, 

For your amusement, 

Being a clown. 

Not proud,

Venting this loud. 

Now I just vowed, 

"Staying in your crowd,

I'd rather be covered in a shroud".