Cheap words and opposite actions are all I can receive. It's funny how all of those who are supposed to care feed me the same lines when they know they've done something wrong. Maybe they are no different. Maybe not even a one. Why do you continue on your path of causing me pain, when you can stand to ask me how much I'm hurting. Could it be because of my reply's, my worries of speaking out the truth, my confusion of the meaning of the word. And the shame creeps over me at my pleasure while your lips drip with deceit and those sweet sounding words. Because sometimes I admit... I fall for what you tell me.
