I've got this frozen heart inside-
at the same time,
that fire of desire is still burning me alive.
I couldn't level out these feelings if I tried,
so for now I'll cling to the few good memories you left behind
just to survive.

Thinking about those nights that felts so good I could've died,
and I did, now dealing with this ghost called conscience in my mind-
telling me I should quit this.
We were with it,
now "we" isn't,
and I was just one out of
God knows how many so-called b*tches
that you played, and now I'm enslaved-
by the idea of you and I.
Which now I know can never happen,
I realize everything you claim to be is one big lie.

But I am stronger than I know,
I am not your precious little prize.
I've got the courage to look right into your manipulative eyes.
I see straight through you,
through all the arrogance, the wrongful pride,
I look at the kid I thought I knew and see he never even existed,
so we can never coincide.

Perhaps none of this is true,
maybe it's not your fault or mine,
and you didn't intentionally ***** me over-
you're just
devious
by
design.