Untitled WTD5
Untitled WTD5
I'm dying inside and trying to understand why you did this to me;
But I feel even worse for her; for the years that she gave,
And the betrayal of her inner most trust.
How could you do this not only to me; but to her whom you say that you loved,
Your sweet lying lips never revealed; how you broke our inner most trust.
You took advantage of not only our love; but of our precious time, our life we gave;
So now it's you who will have to deal with that guilt, until your dying day.
But I wonder; if you could do this; do you have a heart at all,
And if your conscious is even bothering you; you must have thought you had it all.
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