Iím sick of it,
Of hearing you repeat again and again that I was never worth it.
Of being reminded day and night that Iím a failure,
A mistake on your part.
Iím tired of it,
Of the lies you made me believe that day.
How for just one moment, one precious moment,
I foolishly believed you loved me.
I was so naÔve,
Looking back now, there were so many signs just hidden within each word you said.
But I never delved deeper; I was far too scared,
Scared of seeing the dark side of your hand.
What did you achieve?
From hiding me from the rest of the world.
Pretending that I was yours alone, that I belonged to you,
Even though you only ever pushed me further away.
Couldnít you see you were hated?
Werenít the tears in my eyes enough proof that I never truly loved you?
That I tried so hard to hold on to the theory
That someday you might change?
Is this what you wanted?
To say the clichťd words that you so easily poured from your artificial heart.
Without seeing, really seeing, that I had finally understood,
The truth that you recoiled from:
You will never be the man you esteem to be.