Laying next to the empty shell of a girl,
She’s old enough to be called a woman,
But still too young to want to grow up,
There aren’t words to make her change.
I can’t even show my affection anymore,
Without her insults getting under my skin,
To think this is what she considers love,
Means there will be a lot of these days.
I have to dig out good amongst the bad,
To give myself some hope to hang on to,
She finds only bad in the few good men,
And has the nerve to call me a pessimist.
She ruins everything that I’ve ever had,
While she skirts around telling the truth,
Because it’s so much more fun to pretend,
That I enjoy being manipulated like this.
She’s always going to be the only victim,
I will always be guilty for the crimes,
And I will be prosecuted to full extent,
By a biased, one woman judge and jury.
Loving her has felt like the biggest sin,
I’ve committed in these darkest of times,
My compassion is twisted up and bent,
Into a pile of flaws to make her worry.
These good deeds keep going unnoticed,
‘I’m sorry’ has no part in her vocabulary,
Every truth I’ve said to her must be a lie,
I’m never right, and she is never wrong.
I can taste the insincerity in every kiss,
She really wants nothing to do with me,
Words cannot describe how hard I try,
And the pain in knowing she wants me gone.
She is playing her games behind my back,
Hoping that I won’t figure them all out,
But I’m one step ahead of her this time,
And this time I’m not going to apologize.
I will exploit the moral decency she lacks,
Uncover lies from when we met until now,
Show the real victim at the scene of a crime,
And let her find someone else to sympathize.