I was love-struck for believing you once,
I was hopeful for believing you twice,
I was weak for believing you three times,
We were grounded on secrets and lies.
I was desperate for believing you the fourth time,
I was naive for believing you on the fifth,
Within a few weeks I couldn't believe,
How quickly you began to drift.
And you now believe I am willing,
To go back to that wretched place,
Where I was confined in a cage of your love,
While you rampaged in jealous rage.
Don't you think it's been a bit long,
To have carried such a passionate weight?
To wait for you until you were ready,
But for the mean time, compensate?
That ego needs some serious bruising,
I know how to live if you're not around,
But what's the point in rebuilding myself,
When I know you'll just shoot me down?
