Posty

 
seething in the mistrust sewn
taking me for granted
a jealous seed planted in my soul

violated in the heartless scene
barely escaping your scheme
to crush my image

a fan who got in deep, now what
leave me my life, I didn't need you then
I don't need you now

you grieved my sacred solace
I can do no more
my heart feels too much

vulnerability you never showed me
guile is in your smile and daggers in your eyes
I got a love to give

not the cold kind of love you offer
digging in my bank account
not digging me

not cool woman
my last word to you is peace
see ya