A [S]ideways [S]tory

[B]etter me than them

[E]very nuance of the lie realized

[T]rying to keep it together

[R]eally though im tattered

[T]hrough

[A]ll the way to my very core

[Y]esterday will be the last of me

[A]nd my tomorrow wont come

[L]ove died when i surmised

[W]hat it was youve done

[O]nly for empty material things

[N]o value placed in me

[A]nother barrier to commodity

[N]ow id trade every oddity

[D]own to my very breath

[I]f for a moment

[L]ost love could be mended

[O]r the open hole in my chest

[S]tiched back together

[T]he value of connection gone.