Never Meant A Thing

I never meant a thing to any of you, yet you all said you love me...you all said you adore me though my prescence in your lives is as great as the nothingness that spewed from your mouths as you spoke those empty words...leaving me less inclined to want to posess a heart of my own...life is in the heart where love resides...dreams are in the mind where thoughts come alive...in my case love lives in my mind where dreams subside and my heart is where all my thoughts have gone to die...all the up and down emotions aren't my scene so I've removed myself from them...though today you say you love me tomorrow you may say nay...but it's okay I've sent all my emotions away so they can be slay and buried like a needle in hay never to be found...since I never meant a thing to you I don't feel you would mind if I resign my life away from you and decline to indulge in any of your future endeavours...I just feel it to be the most clever approach to this particular dilemma...I never meant a thing to you all so leave me to paint my life on these black walls where none but I could enjoy it's painful, beautiful and oddly fruitful joy...I'll see you all in the next life but I hope I don't...since I never meant a damn thing to you in the first place...