In the past, I must admit, I was naïve
But hey, is it a joke that in good people I believed
That you are so cold and soulless I could never have perceived
If your aim was to destroy me then you goal is well achieved.
In the beginning you’d often tell me that you‘d fallen in love,
But that’s a complex word that you don’t know the meaning of
I was dumped – like trash – and reused all over again
You’ve misused a pure heart and shut a soul once open.
I’m ashamed my eyes have wept for you, should scour them out
If it would hurt less than what you did I’m now sure about
Thankfully the scars inflicted are all mentally based
I’d like to think I am stronger after the suff’ring I’ve faced.
But harder skin often comes hand in hand with bitterness,
A choking relation is always followed by emptiness.
Accusing you might help relieve this pressure from my chest,
You’re not worth a second chance or is that selfishness?
