I am nothing but a waste to you,
Thinking about it makes me feel blue.
I thought that our love is true
But the trial made us due.

Time is all I need
For me to do the deed.
Yet all was rushed
And our love is out of touch.

You made me your tool
To your success, I was a fool.
Your pride made you a ghoul
For it was an act that made you cool.

I gave you everything,
But you said I was nothing.
To your heart I am a disposal
To your soul it states refusal.

You used me well with no closure,
Memories was never your treasure.
Yet your lust was your ideal,
For my body was pleasure you feel.

I loved you, I do
But all the good is untrue.
In the beginning it was all an act
your love is a deception, that's a fact.