Clue

Roll the tapes and tell parts of the story the ones where I could never make a nice night last until morning you're slamming the door you're leaving me on the curb you're trying not to get caught while I am begging you to be heard so you'll file a noise complaint for the sound of my cries this repeated ultimatum for control or your time something feels off I know for certain it's true you're supposed to trust your gut but ultimately I've been trusting you and you're being indifferent what are you hiding when are you ignoring me like that when you're typing and you tell me that my paranoia is baseless it's not rooted in truth but I wouldn't have been suspicious if you hadn't left me clues somehow this is some type of sick game In the end I'll still take the blame but I know that it's arson and I'm building my case you feel me getting closer so then you ask for some space you said that I was there too for every fire that's ever happened but I was burned alive watching you hold the matches and the candlestick knocked over it's lighting up the posters that I hung while you're convincing me I put my own body in the trunk and it's always me I've always had this issue an unrecovered people pleaser taking the abuse 1/2