You told me what I wanted to hear,
but it was just lies pouring into my ear.
You recited from your written script,
based on the mistakes from ex lovers in your mind's crypt.
Was I more of a goal than a desire,
or just something for you to aquire?
You fed off the love I gave;
was I a partner or a slave?
Relationships are supposed to be 50/50,
but you never did anything for me.
It's my fault for chaining myself to you,
it was something you couldn't just cut through.
Did you love me or did you simply love the feeling of being adored?
