Ink Stained Goodbye

Lane called me crying,

said you were gone

Said it so calm,

like reading a song

William stood quiet, wouldn't meet my eyes I believed every word,

I believed the whole lies I laced up my shoes with your

name that week Black marker shaking,

I couldn't speak

Walked through the hallway like a funeral march

Carrying a ghost that was never even dead I begged the ceiling,

I begged the dark

One time only, I lit that spark

Asked for a miracle,

asked to be wrong

Didn't know the miracle was the prank all along

You buried yourself just to watch me dig You handed me grief

like it wasn't big Now your name's still inked on the side

of my shoe A monument standing for a joke that wasn't true

Three days later you text me "hey" Like nothing happened,

like it's just Tuesday I said "you're alive?" with my whole chest

shook You laughed it off easy,

barely a look Turns out you and Lane cooked this for fun

William just filmed it,

called it harmless, called it none But I canceled plans,

I skipped out on sleep

I was the only one who actually used to weep

You faked a coffin,

I brought the flowers You faked an ending,

I lost the hours Now your name's still inked on the side

of my shoe

Idiot proof that I would've died for you

Funny how a hoax can still draw blood Funny how your smile

turned into flood

You flirted after, like we're fine,

like we're new Manipulated the wound you already knew I'm not the

villain in your little play

I'm just the fool who learned the hard way That love from

you was scripted, rehearsed,

and cruel Dressed up sweet but it was always a tool You

staged a death

and resurrected the lie You wanted witnesses,

you wanted my cry Now your name's still inked on the side

of my shoe

Scrubbing it off slower than I'm getting over you

Lane, William, you can have the credit I'm done performing grief I

never should've said it Your name on my shoe is the last

thing you get The rest of me walks forward,

no more silhouette