But You Were My Favourite Mistake

The road is scorched with trouble,
But I won't act coy or hide,
Close your eyes and turn away,
Hide your face,
I have no remorse for your feelings,
So spare me the apologies,
I'm not worth your breath,
You hurt me.
Don't flatter yourself this time,
The fault is all your own,
You call yourself a Father;
You're barely even a man.
I hide it everytime you're around,
But I'm growing impatient.
No turning back.
Apologies for the truth,
But I won't lie to ease the pain.
Crawl on your knees, bleed out your heart,
Nothing will change.
Were your intentions set on speaking?
Excuse the hands around your throat,
Makes a change from them around my knees.
Choke on your infedelities,
Like I did my tears.
Funny how you caused them.
It was just a mistake, or so the story goes,
These words are unfamiliar,
On the tip of my tongue,
I hate you.
If only I were a bullet,
Then at least I'd know I was on your mind,
The last thing on your mind.
But "If only" Is a wish too late.