You told me you loved me,
that was a lie.
i'll keep that at my gravesite
long after i die.
you said you could make me happy,
but you made her happy instead.
all those nights i lay awake,
wishing you both were dead.
pain and sorrow, not in my nature
slowly creeps on in;
all the things i could've done to you
to make the hurt sink in.
reality has set in,
and i have come to see;
you love her way more,
more than you ever loved me.
full promises you made to me,
but empty promises are what you gave to me.
