I'm angry
Though I oughtn't to be
When the one who's really at fault here
Is me.
But it's so much easier
To point a finger and cast blame
Than to admit you're in the wrong
And take the walk of shame
You see, I really did know better-
Though I'll never admit that to you-
Your foolish games and amateurish lies
I always did see through.
And now you've left me on the floor,
A broken, empty shell. No more!
When what I wanted all along
Was a love that would be sweet and pure.
I tried to glue the pieces back
With the thrill of slatternly vice
Only to find the aftertaste
Was really not so nice.
I've played the field,
I've messed around,
I've walked the razor's edge.
I've even pushed the boundaries
Of the Father's protective hedge.
But now I stand with sight restored
And dare to face my mess,
Determined that this time,
Come what may,
I will not fail the test.
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