Please Get Your Story Straight

I used to get butterflies.
I used to feel my heart skip a beat.
I used to think you would be mine.

What is there to believe now?
A lie repeated thousands of time?
A truth laid across feigned words?

Either way it hurts.
Either way this might end.
Either way I'm not learning.
Either way I won't put up with it again.

If we're spilling honesty here,
You deserve to know.
My tiny eyes never spilled tears for you.

I hugged.
I cared.
I adored.
I loved.

Never a tear but I almost gave you everything else.
Because I thought you were worth it.
Because I almost believed this was real.

I doubt everything you say and do now.
I'm scared for my life now.
I almost hate you now.

You played me like a broken instrument.
Only for the amusement of my horrible song.
Of my horrible cries.

I can forgive lies.
But not yours.
Because it hurts.
Because you knew.

Because I really loved you.

I used to smile for you.
I used to want you.
I used to love you.

Dear,
this is the last song you will hear.