You Told Me

You told me you loved me,
but was that true?
You made me happy,
but was that really you?

I've seen you with her,
acting all natural.
But when you're with me,
it's as if I'm the devil.

I thought you believed in me,
as much as i trusted in you.
I would die for you,
and yet I'm treated like a fool.

You obviously care for her,
care for her much more than me.
I'm breaking it off,
to set both you and me free.

I know I'm sensitive,
but I've stop crying since.
You can go love her,
I've no need for a fake prince.

Go be with her for all I care.
I'm already dead after all.
No one picks me up,
no longer even if I fall.

You told me you loved me,
but that wasn't true.
You made me happy,
but that wasn't you.