Bitter.

My lips are chapped, and cut open, from screaming at You the truth.
but, You still don't want to hear it, I guess You know what You want.
I guess You faked Me out once again, way to go, You had Me fooled.
For once I felt happy, but I realized it was because of You.
but now You don't need Me, I realized it was You.
if I had My way You would be sitting here with Me,
telling about all Your craziest dreams.
Gawsh, I could listen for hours.
you like to talk, i like to listen.
we fit together like two hands making one.
now all I can think about is the silence separating
all I can think about is Her hand in the one that's supposed to be Mine.
I guess being bitter is better.