It hurts so much that I could cry--
I could die
asking "why"
was it all a lie?
You had my heart inside your hand,
yet demand
to leave a brand
for my soul's command?
I danced foolishly to your song
while all along
it was wrong;
now caught in pain's throng...
You held my gaze, so hypnotized,
my demise
by your lies
I never hypothesized.
Yet you can say you're not to blame
for your game
that profaned
my heart, now defamed?
Somehow you say: "Why can't you see,
it can't be--
will never be.",
after deceiving me?
Why would you play such a facade?
No laud
for such fraud,
your judgement was flawed...
Tell me why I cannot be mad,
not glad,
and so sad--
does that make me bad?
Why?
I don't understand,
what I've done wrong
to deserve only your guise,
my shame,
and this mute plea;
now crushed in your wicked maw,
left lonesome and mad...
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
It hurts so much that I could cry--
I could die
asking "why"
was it all a lie?
You had my heart inside your hand,
yet demand
to leave a brand
for my soul's command?
I danced foolishly to your song
while all along
it was wrong;
now caught in pain's throng...
You held my gaze, so hypnotized,
my demise
by your lies
I never hypothesized.
Yet you can say you're not to blame
for your game
that profaned
my heart, now defamed?
Somehow you say: "Why can't you see,
it can't be--
will never be.",
after deceiving me?
Why would you play such a facade?
No laud
for such fraud,
your judgement was flawed...
Tell me why I cannot be mad,
not glad,
and so sad--
does that make me bad?
Why?
I don't understand,
what I've done wrong
to deserve only your guise,
my shame,
and this mute plea;
now crushed in your wicked maw,
left lonesome and mad...
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