As I walked away I felt jaded
My morals and standards had been invaded
Left bewildered, totally confused
Why I let a broken man tie my noose
and why i stood beside fully aware
he had only empty words to show his care
never a positive action did follow suit
all the while just giving me his boot
trying to chip away my self esteem
slowly tarnishing that natural beam
He was clever enough to make me stay
whilst I was well aware we'd had our day
All the while my friends were retreating
frustrated with me for returning to the beating
But little did they know or understand
I was dealing with a broken man
who was master at clever manipulation
I understand all the trepidation
about my attempts to fool and say he'd changed
and that he'd become aware of his hurtful ways
Little did any of them though know
not once did he apologise. To him i was still a Ho
I was well aware of his evil intention
yet I still felt it my duty to offer him intervention
but I was so tired and I had become mute and silent
My once strong armor now with many a dint
I crawled lethargically away
with a sociopath I would no longer lay
He was a broken man without any glue
and to my inner child I had to stay true
My nurtured morals and high standards
didn't want his childhood bloody bandages
