So easy
They leave
They forget
They become known strangers
Their words of praises barely cold
Was it all an illusion
To shape to their need
To manipulate me to their whim
I feel like an old rag
Passed around

i wish upon no-one
desolate heartache known by me
i desire to protect others from
to ease there pain where able
you took advantage of my golden heart
not my blame for being desent
you will pay a price
i will not see my retitution
karma will not forget you