I can taste the lies on your lips.
Every kiss was a fake.
Just a show you put on
To make me think I was the only one.
There were others you admired.
They were much better than I could ever be.
I was merely the substitute,
Because the others were out of your league.
If you were man enough,
You'd say it to my face.
You don't love me.
I was merely an object of your possession,
Free to dispose of me,
And pick me up again when you please,
As if I had no feelings of my own.