Everybody comes to you and kneels
Begging for mercy, crying for help
How good is it? To have too many to please
You're beautiful, I see. but where is your guilt?
You said “It's not what you think that matters,
It's what you feel.”
And I said “no, babe. The heart is easy to shatter.”
You replied “Maybe. But it gets stronger when it heals.”
But here I am, writing for you
To tell you that it doesn't, Love.
I shouldn't have believed you.
I don't even believe in God above.
I shouldn't have believed in you.
Now, I shot dead your peace dove.
If you were a religion, I am the apostate
And I condemn your chains that I am now free of.
You're beautiful, I see.
I noticed the corruption you did
In all of your lovers minds.
Hiding it with the tears you shed
Hunting the sympathy you expected to find.
I am sorry.
I was probably black and white
And you were too many colors.
I was proud when you said “you're my knight”
Although, I knew so were the others
You loved me after midnight
And by day you looked for a brother
I remember in our last fight.
You said “You don't know how to be a real lover,
You motherfucker!”
And then you swiftly kissed my lips.
I did not bother.
I undid your lace and tried to read your face
That you tried to cover.
I saw your eyes in there
I saw your body in there
I saw your mind in there
I saw lust in there
I did not see your heart.
And I wondered
Why would you say something
And go do another.
