you left
at your convenience
making me question everything
my existence
our love
the hours we spent under the sheets
calling it love
you made it all fake
formalities
fuckin' social work
like it never meant anything to you
did it not?
was that all I was,
part of the crowd?
were the moans all same,
with everyone who were part of this game?
were you always sane?
was it a play,
to give me nothing but blame?
how I took you on the sweet highs
just with my hand between your thighs
was it all you playin'
or i'm just good at my imagination game?
i remember you say
you showed me stars during the day
if that gave you all the pleasure
if that satisfied your hunger
if that fulfilled your deepest desires
then
for what sins did you make me pay?
convenience isn't love, honey.
(that's how she called me the last time, Honey)
go ask your friends about love
if they ever had been in.
tell them Me
and see them craving Me
someone that only you had.
listen to them saying they would die for me.
listen to them wanting what you gave up on.
you gave up on what they never got.
you gave up on what you never got.
if this is how you gonna be
i hope you end up like them
everytime you be
in your
so called love.
Craving.
