I never listen.
That's always been my problem though.
They all warned me.
Told me of your devious ways.
The way you lead them along.
Little girls wrapped around those smooth fingers of yours.
I didn't believe them.
I had to see for myself.
It hurt.
You hurt me.
Not one of those easy to fix hurts either. You left me with a deep aching. An aching I couldn't drink away. An aching the blades couldn't cut out. I drowned the pain with various methods of self destruction; yet, nothing could heal that pain. It singed my pride. I know little girls who play with fire are bound to get burn; nevertheless I suppose I didn't anticipate the severity of the burn.
You were my friend.
You were my best friend.
How could you let them do that? I thought you loved me? You promised you loved me. Did you ever love me? Was everything you shared all lies? I thought we meant something?
I never listen.
That's always been my problem though.
They all warned me,
But I didn't listen
Told me of your devious ways,
But I thought I could change you.
The way you lead them along.
You led me along didn't you?
Little girls wrapped around those smooth fingers of yours
I was wrapped around your finger.
I didn't believe them.
I believe.
I had to see for myself.
I saw everything
It hurt
You hurt me