Things you have said now haunting my head; why did I let it all go? I saw every flag but the compassion I had let me forget everything I know. 

What is the truth? Who are you? I know and yet I choose to believe what I do. Do I?

From the first month you expected more than I could give. These expectations you place upon every shoulder you can; leaving you with nobody again and again. Now you hold love hostage, using me and my kindness, and when I wont give in, you spit your cruel lies and; 

I had to say goodbye again, because I won't be the scapegoat I have been.