I know it's true,
You don't love me, it's clear.
In your deceitful play,
I'm just a pawn, my dear.
Through your actions, I've seen,
A love that's not sincere.
For no reason, you claim,
Yet shadows of doubt appear.
Perhaps I'm not rich,
Perhaps not conventionally pretty,
Just a speck of dust,
In this vast expanse of nothingness and pity.
You may part from me, my dear,
For sincerity is what I fear.
I know you won't be true,
For I'm not the chosen one for you.
Seek the beautiful one,
With all she wants in tow.
If you find her embrace,
Congratulations to her, let her glow.
How can I know the truth,
When I catch you with someone new?
Heartaches clutch, but what can I do?
Nothing but forgive, for my love for you.