You.

You thought that I was bitter, you thought that I was cold,
You thought that you could get it, thought that you'd been told,
But you cannot imagine just what I'm going through,
And nothing I've told you will ever be true.

I'm just another liar, hiding here in the gloom,
I still fear my future, still fear my doom,
And though I am hiding, I'll never come out,
I've got no more faith, I've got nothing but doubt.

And you thought it was you that caused me this pain,
You figured that you'd gone and screwed it up again,
But the truth is that I'm broken and there's nothing you can do,
I'll tell you just one thing, and that's that it wasn't you. 

 

The End

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