Your “truth” pierces my heart on a Sunday night
Sweet nothings whispered gently in the early hours of the morning now mean nothing
Feelings I can only feel with you
Erased from my brain in an act of self preservation
Your gentle eyes see right through me
I know my heart feels more
I know yours is far from mine
The eyes I once admired in the depths of the night have made mine blue
I should have woken up in your arms this morning
Instead I woke up in a state of denial
The pain lingers as I lie in the bed where I ended it
I would rather lay in my bed of pain healing my wounds
Instead of lying in your bed of lies, denying the lack of love for a sense of warmth
You replaced me before I was even gone
Shadows of the man you used to be pass through my mind
Perhaps your act was all too good
The second you laid with another I was gone
Perhaps that was your goal all along