i feel ******
i feel chucked in the corner
of your well intended lies
i feel used
confused by the trail of what
used  to be your imprint on my heart
stupid me should have known from the start

now you all ******* wrapped up in my soul
suppose u reached you goal
so like the last cube in the ice tray
i get washed away by the warm waters
of your misguided passion

and now the chase is over
as u discover you have me
wet like October rains
but winter draws nigh
and cold winds wont shy
from lashing u

so have a nice life
cuz i refuse to feel ****** and
chucked in the corner
of your misguided lies