My heart is broken and it hurts to the bone.
After all we have been through, I now find myself alone.
He did me wrong each and every day.
And still I hoped, tried, and stayed.
I guess that I shall never learn.
I guess that I shall always get burned.
He thought I was cruel-a mask for my pain.
And yet I stayed, its me whose to blame,
for letting another selfish liar in.
Is this the way of all men?
I put my family in harms way,
by trusting, praying, and letting him stay.
All his words were nothing but lies,
I was his rock-he never did try.
He used me till I had nothing more,
Then he tossed me far from shore.
To tread unknown waters, a foreign place.
He never cared about the tears on my face.
How does it feel to not have a heart?
To tear so many women all apart?
Do you laugh and now lie about me?
Like you did with all the other ladies?
Do you think you can find better?
Feel free, have fun, read this letter.
I know you will wink and then smile,
Put a notch in that belt thats over a mile.
Whos the next victim, or shall I ask.
Will she be able to see through your mask?
You are HATE, HURT, INSANE!
You cannot feel any pain........
but your own.....
enjoy your loss and smile....
youre the devil.
