You tell me you love me…
But it took me years to trust enough to believe.
Layers of protection.
Love to me was a failed inspection.
Even when I say what I say…
Still I put all my faith in love to find a way.
I don’t ever believe anyone could love me when he didn’t love me.
His pain was all I could ever feel and I was lost in his own version of reality.
I never knew…
He destroyed me in order to keep me from breaking free.
It’s a backward and ancient philosophy.
When love can only be real when it’s given willingly.
I’m not worth obsessing over, when I was the one who needed to be needed.
Tell me now, was he the one who finally succeeded?
He didn’t stop when my heart and mind helplessly pleaded.
I wonder if he ever knew how it felt like to be treated…
But you would be wrong if you thought I was defeated.
Underneath the bravado…he was a little broken, a little more conceited.
Still you can’t change who you once loved..it doesn’t work that way.
I know why I had to stay.
That was a long time ago…
There’s always a story behind what a person has on display to show.
I could never hate you, when blaming you is an outdated reaction.
Love is far more than a simple and shallow transaction.
That’s how he made me feel.
Always questioning…what act is fake and which one is real.
