Thorns disguised in your arms,
Where I let my trust slowly unwind.
A trap, a maze,
Pure evil in your gaze.

I was disposable.
But how could I tell?
Intertwined, passing the days.
You were patient, you set the pace.
And when you had to,
didn’t hesitate,
dug my grave.

Walking blindly into the path of happiness,
it’s been a long time since I’ve followed it,
This time I’m not watching my steps.