I opened up to you
even bled from my insides
though you pretenden to listen,
was it all part of your pretty lies?

Did you plan out how to
slain my heart and soul?
I seem to be helpless now,
while I realize you dug me a hole.


Break me once more,
you’ll see me pick up the pieces.
There’s nothing your sharp blade
won’t slice in me.
Bend the arm,
twist the faith.
Still I stand,
and walk away.