So, you knew my story You knew my truth But you still stared into my eyes You still screamed abuse You said I needed help You said I was jealous You now say You see my growth, now you're envious?
But I listened to your story I believed in your 'truth' So I didn't love wearing your eyes that day when you screamed the word abuse I mourned many nights as I sought the help I then remembered dishonesty left me 'jealous' I now say I feel my growth, so don't be envious.
So now know when I saw you as my muse You had mistaken me for a mirror when you screamed