Thanks for Nothing

Serve my head on a plate
 Pulp my heart with ill will
 I did trust you, led to lust you, to be duped
 Thanks for fucking nothing!
 Serve my head on a plate
 Pulp my heart with ill will
 Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air? Killed it dead
 Thanks for fucking nothing
 Scraped the depths to salvage something
 Thanks for fucking nothing
 Drained my all, then dropped the bombshell
 True, we were not joined/ our every feature spliced
 Though you rushed in and took a lead
 Three words spouted
 This contagion
 crossed all divides
 caused a shift in protective focus
 Three words flouted
 Untimely end, I should've clicked? a sensory cut-out
 A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about
 I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form
 Walk right out and move along, and leap before you look
 Thanks for fucking nothing!