Ripples in the Bayou

For...

A xanax bar on the palm of my hand,
Because silence is a devil, it relives those years
When I was on my knees, for you,
When I took the blame, for you,
When I left this town, for you,
And I was killed alive, by you.
So I hope you understand,

Because I still can't make sense of the past,
But I'm taken back to what I'm running away from,
how I ran across the playground, to you,
how I wrote letters of hope, to you,
how on that night I gave in, to you,
And I was stabbed in the back, by you.
So in this race, I'm last.

Because you had your eyes on the prize,
It wrapped itself in a challenge and tormented you,
So you fed lies to my heart,
You held and nursed my heart,
You wrote your name on my heart,
When it was all too much, you crushed it,
And now, finally, I realise,

That all along you were the hoax,
With a trucker jacket, cigarette and broken ribs,
Your mother was a liar, you said,
She never was to stay, you said,
You'll never fall in love, you said,
But, your heart needed some mending I read,
I chose love instead of loathe.

I should have been clever,
Than to feel something for your sad eyes,
They took away my smile,
They took away my innocence,
They took away everything I had,
Every part I didn't want to give away,
Someday, I'll feel better.