You have it down to a fine art,
How you can compartmentalize your heart.
But you and I both know the truth,
You are weak, you are insecure, you are terribly confused.
You lack the courage to truly share:
So you withold and hope that I'll forgive.
But you treat others so unfair,
And bear witness to the destruction that you create.
You took the wind right out of my sails
And painted the masterpiece of chaos and doubt.
You were cruel and cowardice, in all of your tales,
I love you, I choose you, I want to be with you....
The Rembrandt, in the art of betrayal.