I can forgive you for this, again.
But I will not forget.
You have not lost my respect,
But you are getting close to losing this game.
I'm tired of being a pawn in this little game,
Of empty promises and tired excuses.
You're not suppose to betray the ones you love.
Maybe it runs in your blood.
But you could spill your blood,
And finally become clean of all this.
Then again I cannot promise anything.
I would bleed for days for you to forget your pain.
