you say you love me
and at times i truly believe you do
or you're trying to.
you've ripped my life apart,
many times by the way,
before i was even six years old.
mother said you left for good.
i don't know who was lying, you or her.
she moved on and so did you.
but i did not.
once again you ripped my life apart and i don't know if i should be so easy to forgive.
