It’s been two years since we spoke last
and I must admit,
even though I’m happier,
I often think of it.

You made me a dumb actress
in your twisted game.
Gave me a role I didn’t want
and with it all the shame.

You lied to me more than just once
and I believed it all.
And in your weird and unreal game,
you made me feel so small.

I told you if you want me back
I need your respect.
You told me you would understand,
what I do expect.

But between all your sweet-talking
I then found out the truth.
Respect might be a word you know
but never understood.

And still, I’d like to see you.
Only once again.  
To show you that I do have all,
of what I wanted then.