You turned my heart to stone,
Bleached it white with your likes
The indifferent mask that is applied to your face
is a symbol of how much you 'loved' me and
How much you 'really cared'
because if you really cared you wouldn't lie to my face
and wouldn't ignore me
you were my best friend
and my worst enemy
you couldn't find what you wanted in me and
what you did find wasn't what you expected
from me; you expected cheerfulness and beauty
but thats whats is not there, whats there is sorrow and bitter sweat
vengence.
that was my mistake, to let you read that book
and turn those pages,
you should burn that book before someone else has the chance to read me
but you never will and you could never bring yourself to it.