The ending always comes easy for girls like you.
I've spent years on the floor.
Feeling devastated. Wanting to settle the score.
But I have nothing to hide, unlike the secrets you keep;
in the bed that you sleep.
And though I dream of revenge. You're just not worth it.
The consequence. Is what you failed to, realize.
Your existence. The memory. Vanished from my life.
The consequence. Brings an end to, all the ties.
How could you be so naïve? To believe.
From consequence there's no defense.
I stepped away from it all, took a look at myself.
So far removed from the tide. I fear the lies in your voice,
this offer isn't a choice; this heart's not interested.
In being crushed like before.
How will I tell my son? I might have been the one.
But your knife, was meant for another boy.