Monster Detection

“Monster Detection”

Who’s the monster now?

Yeah.

I see you


When we met I had stars in my eyes,

They blinded me, I couldn’t see through the lies.

You made me feel safe for the very first time,

Had me thinking this pain had a finish line.


I believed you were mine, yeah I bought the dream,

Ignored every crack, every busted seam.

Pushed it aside like I didn’t know,

Played blind while the warning signs started to show.


Little things turned into more 

But I never thought you’d 

Show me the door, 

kick me out to the street,

Like a stranger you meet, not the soul at your feet.

Who’s the monster now? Say it with your chest.

You threw me away, yeah you failed the test.

You twisted the knife.

Who’s the monster now when you ruined my life?


What happened to “you’re the love of my life”?

Funny how fast you were ready to slice.

I was hurting, not right, yeah I’ll own my pain,

But you tossed me outside in the cold, in the rain.


I gave you everything, emptied the tank,

Now you treat me like trash, when your soul is dank

Paint me a monster, beyond repair,

Stand there smug like this shit is fair.


But I see you now, yeah the mask came down

All that fake-ass charm just a cheap-ass clown

Wounds heal slow, scars fade fast,

But abandoning me? I’ll put your ass in the past 


Who’s the monster now? Look in the glass.

You call me insane just to save your ass.

You act like a saint, like you never lied.

Who’s the monster now when truth don’t hide?


Fuck you for making me think you were “the one,”

The one I could trust, instead you made me run.

I ran and I ran, almost gave in,

But the survivor in me said “don’t let him win.”


I was broken, lost, trying not to drown,

Every time I came up, you pushed me back down.

Your words were venom, a curse in disguise,

“You’re nothing,” you said — yeah, I heard every time.


But you can’t break me, try as you might,

I got truth on my side and it hits every night.

You pretended to love me, played the good guy role,

But monsters look pretty — that’s how they control


Am I the monster…

or is that your reflection?

Guess you didn’t plan on

my monster detection.


You spun a whole story, said “truth must be told,”

While crafting a lie just to keep you in gold.

I’m the nightmare, I’m the threat, I’m the stain,

While you play holy man, washed clean of the blame.


“You’d never hurt me,” yeah that was the act,

But all you really were was the ultimate lack.

A zero dressed up like a god amongst men,

Now I see you clear — and I hate you for when


You took what I had, then demanded I smile,

Like scraps of your kindness should make it worthwhile.

Fuck you for the dreams that you shattered apart,

I hate that I thought I ever came close to your heart.


But I won’t hate me — nah, I hate you.

I emerge stronger, yeah baby, we’re through.

So who’s the monster now?

Say it again.

Because this survivor?

I always win

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