The party is over,
damage done,
to very core
and beyond.
My love lays dying,
gasping it's last breaths,
with only the “wonder why”,
and the “wish I could die”.
Running out of tears to cry,
running dry,
but I'm sure my soul
will produce more,
to try to wash
away this pain,
and the bitter taste
of this betrayal
and damming
of our love.
Shouldn't have,
couldn't have,
trusted you then,
but I did,
I did.
Now nothing has change,
far as I can see.
You are still who you are,
untrustworthy as can be,
more so than the rest.
So what to say,
what to do,
when one fines oneself,
in this mess of a you,
who finds it so easy to lie,
while you look someone
right in the eyes?
I never wanted to
say goodbye to you,
but what choice do I have,
but to continue
to be your fool,
or be
gone,
gone,
gone………..
