You once told me you loved me and I believed you.
I never questioned you and maybe I should of.
Either way I knew.
Something was wrong with the love you promised.
You never opened your eyes and you assumed I was fine and
you walked on by.
Even if you stopped, it would have been out of pity.
Never love.
I needed a brother and at least a friend.
I shed tears for you and in front of you.
Still love was never shown.
You taunted me for being foolish in my weakest hour.
Now I have changed, I no longer want nor need you.
I still shed tears for you, but revenge is what I seek.
Late at night, I still believe your lie.
I feel comforted by your love.
And that’s why I beat myself up every day.
