His love was poison…
But she knew no other.
He convinced her she needed him.
They would always stand by each other.
But he cut her down day by day.
His heart and his morality went the other way…
Hell is loving someone who abuses you…
Addiction is what you become accustomed to.
Endless cycles of the same.
But he keeps you in chains with his shame.
This was never who you were supposed to be.
When did you stop wanting to become free?
And I sit with my heart in my hands.
You could scream forever, but he won’t ever understand.
Because the sad truth is…he never had real love to give you.
He won’t be the one who empathizes with what you’ve been through.
No, to him you’re just a player in his games.
He loved the spotlights and became infatuated with the fame.
I never wanted anything but love when it was everything.
His words…his life…his burdens…his darkness…
It was never what I was supposed to sing.