This illusion is over How many goddamn nights did I spend Laying in my bed Mascara marking where my tears had been Empty bottles crouched like corpses Cluttering up the floor Barely breathing You didn't call Another broken promise It started to stop stinging After the hundredth time Someone else took presidence over me I got used to feeling inferior Yet couldn't manage a firm good bye Why? There was something about you I truly can't see it now I promised myself the last time it would never be repeated But once more I fell hard Wanting so badly to believe You actually needed me Blinded my better senses I've learned and now see Trust isn't something I'll easily administer To anyone anymore Thank you for pouncing on my fragile heart Then carelessly tossing it asunder Had we carried on this ludacris charade This would all be so much worse My heart has hardened Naievity no longer plagues my mind I realize You have no place for me in your life And you never did
